Woe is me, or something.

I have written poetry.

Start running now.

(It's called "I Guess That's It, Then".)

So I saw you at the store the other day
(And I know you saw me, don’t pretend you didn’t)
But you didn’t even look at me, not even once.
After all that time? Really? Not even once?

I guess that’s it, then.
And I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, because
It’s not like you ever really showed me a single scrap of
Kindness, graciousness, anything really
Not really
Not like you meant it, so I don’t know why I expect
Anything at all.

But you didn’t even look.

And I wanted to walk up to you
“Hey, how’s your summer?”
I’d say, and smile, like you didn’t hurt me
Never mattered
In the first place.

Or maybe I’d say something snide and petty
“Hey, remember me?
Having a good time out here with your new toy?
Hi honey, sorry you’re stuck with him.
Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll let you down easy.”
But I’m not that mean, and I’m not that strong
And I let you walk away.

I guess that’s it, then.
And I stood there thumbing blindly through
That boring rack of clothes,
Pink, blue, green, yellow
Wondering what color you’d think would look best
Wondering who you’re telling what to wear now
Wondering if you ever really cared at all.

And I wouldn’t cry, I didn’t cry
Because you’re not fucking worth it after all
And you never even told me
So how do you deserve that?

And what are you even doing here?
And did you tell her all the things you told me,
And never even touched her either,
Because you don’t really care at all?

Will you be a cold block of stone forever,
Like a forgotten Medusa curse?

I guess that’s it, then,
Because you never looked good on me anyway
And after this you’re just going to be
“That guy I saw at the store the other day”
Because you’re not fucking worth it
Anymore.