Ode To My Immortal Poem by Antonia Anthony

I sometimes think of you in my solitude
In the empty moments that I keep for myself
I think of the emptiness that I feel
The sadness that I long to leave behind
You didn’t even try, or maybe you tried too much
You certainly doubted too much
I miss our ways
It always strikes me as funny
That now looking back every grey now looks green
And every green now looks white
You hurt me flicked me away like an invisible speck
Cast me aside like an unwanted toy
That’s what I am to you isn’t it?
I bet your happier now
I hear you smile a lot more now
Please accept that I am happy for you
Funny, I never felt like this till you were gone
I’ll be devastated if you didn’t miss me
Do you ever think of me?
This is not what you think.