The Cliche And I Poem by Mathew Lewis

“What a wonderful evening, ”
Everyone said,
Of course they did.
None of them realised my bleeding heart,
My punctured lung,
My tortured soul;
Three perfect clichés,
In three different lines.
Could I be any worse?
Well it’s all your fault.
Your sapphire eyes,
Your golden skin,
Your sunshine smile,
The nightmare I’m in.
I hate every moment
Others spend with you,
Because that’s when I know
That you win, and I lose.