I used to be infatuated with you
I let myself fall prey to your aurous locks
That settle gently beside your sapphire eyes
Which looked like I could have been swimming in a cerulean sea.
But how can someone with such a kind and handsome exterior become so callous?
You used to be a hiker
You used to be Saint Valentine,
And I was that treacherous,
Yet beautiful alpine.
You ended up being another rotting,
Rusted up key that could not fit into
My hardened, and antique lock of a heart.
That beautiful picture I painted
Had led me astray,
But I then knew the truth about you when your behavior
Became so withering, yet dismissive from yesterday.
So abundantly merciful to cold-blooded ruthlessness.
But how can someone with such a kind and handsome exterior become so callous?
Then it hit me like the monotonous,
Yet calamitous cycle of ocean waves
You did not really care about me
You were too moronic to see my mountainous soul
Your eyes were too dim of light to see my psyche.
The picture I painted of you started to finally wash away
Then my fanciful feelings faded to decay,
Now I am proud to call myself,
The one who got away.