Apocryphal

I was a lost amorist,

Arcane to this planet.

Thou an angel quintessence,

One that wasn’t in my kismet.

Our vibe was vivacious,

Or so I liked to believe.

But you lied or atleast used a hyperbole,

While I made efforts gratuitous.

Where did I go wrong?

Where did I fumble?

Maybe it was because I finally tried to belong,

Or even an innocent ogle.

But heyy! I’ll never know,

Because you never told me.

You drifted past the horizon,

I imagine with a guy in a Bentley.

You eviscerated the closure I deserved,

Abandoned me.

Whilst crestfallen, I convinced myself of fiction;

That made me lose touch with reality.

Anxiety took over,

But how would you know?

Maybe you did have a penchant for me,

But did you ever show?

You sabotaged us,

One text at a time.

My note will read, “Let me sleep”

I’ve been awake for too long,

Now hoping to be one with the divine.

If god did truly exist,

Then maybe I was just a bad child; not worthy.

It seems like he did have a plan for me,

But darling it felt like anything but mercy.