Poem #27 Poem by Bernard Eseo

Sadly, you're the worst
The cold and rude praise you
Even though I put you first
I'm rarely in your view

You see the world a different way
I'd understand you, of course.
There's no way to make you pay
There's no love, just pure force

I wish I'd never met you by far
But alas, it can't happen anymore
You're there, you've made the scar
And now I'll close the door

I would let you go right away
But I'm not that kind of guy
I'd just make this poem anyway
Not going to care, not going to cry.