He Got Over Me Too Soon

It is not often I wrote two poems in a day. What made this day different, I don't know. My life has been a roller coaster this past few weeks that even for me it's not easy to point out which feeling I have been acting on.

I know one thing for sure, what triggered the writing of following poems (aside from my overdeveloped limbic system) is the realization that someone I cared about didn't care for me at all. We could not even be friends. I am still too numb to digest the idea he's not just that into me, and considering my state of mind it's just better this way. I will deal with it when I can handle it.

IRONY

You gave color to my world

Before it dawned on me

My world was black and white

You made me feel alive

When I barely even knew

How I was merely existing

And just when I found

The meaning of my life

You changed the way I see it

It is ironic, this irony

How often I wonder

The more I understand

You Got Over Me Too Soon

You called me your princess

and slayed the dragon in my soul

You had looked straight into my eyes

When you promised me the moon

I believed what we had was real

I had faith all you said was true

Now under a godless sky I looked into

The nothingness that became of me

My empty heart could not make room

For little relief in my immortal wounds

Just yesterday I was your princess

Just yesterday you promised me the moon.

I feel defensive about the second poem, oddly. Even to me it sounds too wounded, emotional, and gloomy. There's some cheesiness in it, the kind I'd dive into if I were in high school now. But it speaks my heart at the moment and though I highly doubt many people would ever read  it, this poem is my silent pride.

At first I thought of combining the two poems, keeping "You Got Over Me Too Soon" as the title but the lines in Irony seem to be screaming otherwise. So there. My masterpieces in the shadows.