This One's Actually for You.

is it selfish of me to say
that i miss you terribly
when i was the one to make you cry
by absolving you of me?

i was too unfair to you.
i figured i had no other choice,
but my heart has the slightest ache
knowing i will no longer hear your voice,

and i hope you find someone better -
not just better - you deserve the best.
she'll be nicer, and cuter,
and allow her emotions to invest
in the relationship and in you.
when you're with her, you won't feel pressed
to force conversation or force a smile,
and at night, you could actually rest.

i'm sorry i could never say 'i love you',
though you said it every night;
i'm sorry i couldn't be the one
forever by your side;
i'm sorry i could never say 'i love you'
but i didn't want to pretend;
i'm sorry i could only hold your hand
when you told me you didn't want this to end.

and i hope you move on as fast as you can -
don't sulk about me for too long - i'm not worth it.
and i hope you'll be able to open up to others,
because i know you have trouble with it.
and i hope in the near future, you'll finally choose
to talk to me, but if not, that's fair.

but enough apologies, and enough with the hopes -
thank you for the love
and for being there.

Quite the Quest

A pretty damsel of an elf
Sat by the river's shore.
When I asked her for a dance,
She said I was a bore.

I then decided to drown myself
In spirits and my tears,
When suddenly, a pretty lass
Interrupted my tenth beer.

"Oh heroic lad," she promptly said,
Her lips quivering in fear,
"Please save my sister from the orcs!
They've kidnapped her from here!"

And so I went, sword in hand,
And a lack of patience,
And when I reached the orcs' great lair,
I bellowed out a declaration:

"Mister, missus, all you orcs,
Give back that lady's sister!"
But they regarded all my manly words
As nothing greater than a whisper.

And so I cut off all their heads,
And when they were all beaten,
I found the tavern lady's sister,
But alas, she was quite eaten.

A tear nearly rolled down my cheek,
Before I noticed more -
'Twas the pretty damsel elf
From the river's shore.

Left Behind

leave your love
and come with me
we seem to click so well

on the other hand
your lover boy
can barely even spell

leave your boy
and come with me
i swear i'm twice the man

i can draw
i know my math
i do everything he can

but no
you stay
as i pine away
and all that i can do
is imagine life
if instead i were the one with you

Unfit

i write you a song, a poem, a story
you reply with one word
frankly, you bore me

how can you even think yourself satiating
when our conversations
are far from stimulating

you're a waste of wit
you don't reciprocate my humor
even one little bit

thus, i must
deem you unfit
as an audience, muse,
significant other,

but i suppose you can stay
a physical lover.

/confetti

you conjure in me so many urges
such as the desire to just throw confetti
you make my face contort like spongebob's
when he cries with eagerness that he's ready

i swear these feelings are against my will
as if cupid shot me against my wishes
because though i salivate at the sight of pudding
i find your scent even more delicious

it's unhealthy, a sickness, and a curse i'm sure
as if a love potion were slipped into my drink
because though yesterday, i had carefree thoughts,
today you're all i can see whenever i think