It Hurts Poem by Bironga Chadwick

What hurts the most,
Like being told you're the best,
But because you came late,
You found a closed gate,
And inspite of any given compliment,
She says that you never meant.

What hurts most like an empty consolation,
When all you get is but an empty narration,
That if at all you were meant to be,
Then when time is right you will be,
That all you ought to do is but,
Keep waiting and play your part.

A promise is meant to bind,
But do I still wait when love I can't find?
And what if that time never comes?
Do I still worry my heart with all these qualms?
And continue hoping against hope,
That somehow I can cope?

Nothing hurts like a love rejected,
Because with me she had no future projected,
But because I had promised to be her pick-up friend,
She could fall back to me when at odds with her boyfriend,
Now I know love can make one stupid,
Or I'm still in the grasp of Cupid,
Poor Chad!