Our Love

Conceived of, 3 years ago
Let go of, 3 months ago
Innocent of, when you asked me
Curious of, when I agreed
Proud of, when we first started
Talk of, the entire society
Neglected of, as we took for granted
Tired of, you became to be
Get out of, was your intention to
Unworthy of, you accused of me
Fell short of, your ideal perfections
Walk out of, you finally decided
Make use of, I felt you did
Patient of, I wanted to be
Undeserving of, I realised of you
Deceived of, what belonged to me
Barren of, this emptiness arrives
The end of, what was meant to be.

~Here's to poetry. May it live forever and ever. I'm turning this into my literary out"burst"let. Oh well. My site. Not yours. I'm sorry. Am I pathetic? Smile a little. Yes, that's the way to do it.~  ¶ 23:06