Never Has He Ever…

Yester-night I cried myself to sleep

He shared a song, oh that was sweet

He rarely calls, we rarely speak

I still have hopes, someday, maybe

Yester-night I looked me in the mirror

I looked aggressive, aggression is nice

“He never loved you” the reflection said

“Never did he love me” I said, I said…

The sky was black that night

No moon, no stars, no trembling winds

No glimpse of life; dead

My imagination went on nevertheless

Songs wreaking havoc in my eardrums

Dancing bodies on their graves

Tequila shots and smoking pipes

Twenties style

I got him a gift the other day,

Not much of a gift, just a gesture of love

A token of the lengths I’d go to keep my promises

But he missed the message of never keeping his

The happiness in his eyes…priceless

The following day I was assigned out of office

Not a call, no care, no bother

Silence

I found my reply

Never has he ever cared

Never has he ever called

Never has he ever thought

Never has he ever got my point

You’re every important

Very strong, I care for you

In work, I always need you

He said

This is very special

I will keep all the notes

We are friends, you’re a dear, dear friend

That is what he said

Ok then, listen up. Since we are best buddies now and we are friends and have the world in the palm of our hands and we are so much cooler now, no commitments or strings attached, there are a few things that you need to know about the friend me. I’m so naggy and whinny, and unless I’m in a relationship, I’m the axis of the universe and everything has to be related to me. Everything in life has to have something relatable to me, and if it is not, I’ll make it relatable.  I think that I’m the only one who is right. I’d try to convince you that what I said is the best opinion there is, holding it against yours of course. This is a way different person than the me that you know of because before I was in love with you but now, supposedly, I’m not.   You have to listen and you have to be there. I’m clingy, angry and irritated and you have to cope with the moods that I can go through in a minute. I laugh a lot, can’t help it, probably basic genetics. I’m often hard headed and headstrong and it takes me a long while to grasp what you’re saying, in other words, rather stupid. I’d keep calling you all the time I want whenever and wherever. I know it sounds a bit of a crispy cheesy relationship, what can I say? Anyway, having set some ground here, I’d like to ask, would you take me as a friend, or this too you’d pass?

Notes on being dumped for the fifth time in a row