I...

am fortune's fool.

and so,
I have spent this time convincing myself that I,
of course, am not affected. By and by,
I am the unforgiving and the immune.
But still, too soon
do these lingering feelings become
something I do not own.
My will is not to my bidding;
you call, and with feigned disinterest I still come willing
to your side. I know well enough
that with you still present it will be tough
to fully realize a life without the music and lights;
I have come to know this tonight.

My pride had been offended so greatly:
I did something to make you hurt the same.
Yes, it was merely a game
of which I am just beginning to see
was not worth playing.



Yes, I know.
You are no good for me:
you are exactly what I do not need.
For I am sure of what I want from you,
but you fail to follow through.
It is a mere condition of mismatch and misfortune,
oh how inopportune
that you should have come into my life
and leave me so unsatisfied.

O, wilst thou leave me so unsatisfied?
I guess the answer lies
in the silence your actions thus far.
You were never one for acts of grandeur.

And I know;
I did not want a second go
at it.
But maybe I did.
Maybe it is merely that you stopped trying
and that is driving
me to think I do.
I really am fortune's fool.