The joke was on me the day we said hello.
The flowers you gave me were as
fresh as the day you picked them
but no matter how many times
I watered them with my tears, they withered
The letters were as clear as the day you sent
them but no matter how many times I pleaded,
the promises soon faded away.
The chocolates were as sweet as the day I ate
them but the bliss soon turned to ruins in
The joke was on me the day I let you in.
The key I gave you to my beating vessel you
used to lock me up with my insecurities.
The trust I placed within you soon found its
way into my back.
The love I bestowed upon you cried out as it
caught a cold the moment it reached for your heart.
The joke was on me the day you left.
I left the door open for your return but the lonely
wind slammed it shut.
I prepared a meal for us but it was ripe with
bitterness and solitude.
The shooting star I wished upon crashed its way
into our home and set alight my dreams turning
them to ashes.
The biggest player in the deck had found a new
game in my heart.
I would fall asleep with your arms around me
but now I fall asleep with your laughter ringing
in my ears.
I called you my Prince Charming hoping you had
come to rescue me but I was a fool and you were The Joker.