Why Kid Myself
You never meant
a thing to me.
Why then, does
your memory berate
me?
I wish I
had amnesia,
for mementos
of the past,
love to ambush me.
They pick through
the rubble of my mind.
Recounting each and every
time we were together.
Making me hate myself
for ever loving you.
Why, oh why,
did we ever
have to meet?
Why did you leave me?
Why do I kid myself?
You meant everything
to me.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
