I was foolish
I was young
I thought
He was the one.
He was charming
Funny and kind
Understood me
Like he could read my mind.
We were happy
Or so I thought
Even marveled how
We never fought.
But we never fought
Cos he hardly cared
Hardly heard anything I said.
Still so charming
Still so kind
In all the text messages I find.
Now I see
It all makes sense
Care for me was all pretense.
Baited, lured
And caught as prey
But now you're bored
And chose to stray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem