Poems for The Boredom

It's Just Temporary

You think you're perfect,

that you do nothing wrong.

But baby there is no such thing as perfetion, 

and you're so far off.

Everytime I hear our song, 

I remember about the days,

in which we were together.

But now the memories have started to fade. 

At first what we had was good,

I can't lie I was impressed.

But then you started playing games,

and I started getting depressed. 

You still have no idea what you have done to me,

broken my heart repeatedly, 

and left it out to bleed.

I try to tell myself that I'm fine,

that everything is alright.

Yet you keep doing things,

that lead to a fight.

You ignore me one day,

and are happy the next,

what's up with you,

and not answering my texts?

By now I don't really care,

I'm tired as hell,

I'm done playing along, 

I hope you can tell.

What we have is temporary,

just a chapter of my life,

so I can't start crying about it,

and grabbing a knife.

I won't say goodbye,

but we will one day,

cause what we have isn't forever.

There is no way.