It Wasn't Me

It Was You — A Poem

Slowly but surely I am starting to wonder

Is it expecting too much to want what you give?

To hope for even two petals in return for three flowers,

Or a brief five minutes after giving up hours?

Since you’re number one, where do I rank?

Right at the bottom without any thanks.

In your long list of priorities, I know my place

Last in line as long as you need some space.

Suddenly I’m a high climber when you need to talk,

But sooner or later I had to walk

Away from someone who never even knew

If I was happy or what was making me blue.

So next time you’re sad

and wondering what on Earth you should do,

Maybe you’ll think back and realise

It wasn’t me,

It was you.

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