Of all the poems I’ve sat and written
About you, my feelings, and my confusion
This is the last one, I swear
I’ve realised it’s over
Took me a while to notice
Don’t you think?
I must be really stupid, and blind
To have only just seen
How long have you hated me?
Can you answer that?
Since when? And why?
What made you change your mind?
I knew we had something special
Well, thought anyway
Maybe it was just special for me
Perhaps you didn’t feel it
Yes. That’s it. It’s me
It was my fault, all of it
You never asked me to be “obsessed”
Never told me we were in love
It was just me, being me
And you hate me for it
Everyone always does
I certainly do
Do you realise the pain you caused me?
Or are you too busy making a fuss?
Look! You’re the drama queen
I’m just the blame-magnet
All your friends, and mine too
Say “Just leave it” to me
Because of course, it’s me that starts it
Of course, it’s me that can’t forget
I’m the one giving me evils every look
I’m the one making rude remarks
Every time I try to speak
I’m the one blanking me when I reply
Why can’t you, and they, all see
It’s you, not me
I just want to back to the beginning
I want to start again
You want nothing to do with me
So I’m not even bothering
I’m done letting you get me down
Down enough to take my life
I’ll no longer raise the knife
Compass, needle, or sharp object
I’ll no longer cry desperate tears
The obsession’s over
This is the last poem I’m writing
About what I thought we had
My love, my confusion, my hatred
I’m giving up. Not giving in.
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