Sour Grapes

Never forget the indifference in my face and the truth in my eyes - you were merely a suitable distraction from watching the ticking clock

Oh how I basked in the moment when your footsteps no longer made a sound

Your words, your thoughts, and your being

- just like that speck on the wall –

are insignificant, vapid, and in need of a little paint

I hear your restlessness as you exhaust yourself on some lumpy pillow

as you realize that I kept myself amused by pulling every string

Finally, this madness ended when you acknowledged your trivial life

Now resist your instinctual urges by fruitless thoughts of groveling back

Forever brand it into your soul that you never captivated me

So sad that you never saw these truths surrounding you, my feeble little flower

Breathe in these words and exhale with pain and certainty that

I hurt YOU

And you are no more capable than a pinprick of ever affecting me

So you’re dismissed, little buttercup

Flee!