Four Weeks

I.
Once I was happy.
And now?
Now I’m giddy.
I was content to be single.
Really. And then
You
dropped into my life with
a resonant kerSPLUNK:
A bowling ball in the middle
of my pond.

*sigh*

Once I was happy.

II.
*sigh*
*sigh*
*sigh*

I’ve got butterflies.
Pink ones.
And red ones.
And a few blue (your favorite color...).

When will I see you again?

III.
Fine.
Don’t call for all
I care.

You
think I’ll miss you? Pffff! Like
I care.

Go
jump off a cliff! See if
I care.

The
only problem is...
...

IV.
Once I was happy.
And now?

I

feel

a little

empty.

But
I know better now.
Thanks to

You.


Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I did not write this poem about a particular boy. Think of it more as some musings on relationships gone sour.