Just one night dance

I thought I’d never go through all of this again,
least of all for someone like you. I swear I was
perfectly content with my life without a man
until you messed my head with your drunk lovelorn words.

But here I am, like thrice before, confined to this
emotional roller coaster, one day thinking
that to fall for you so absurdly foolish is,
the next day only to be my eyes out-crying

lying in fetal position on the carpet,
or under the shower, blending it with my tear.
I guess I have cared more than I dared to admit,
hoping what you told me was partially sincere.

You’ve become all I can think of when I don’t think
of anything utile. Yet trying to imbue
my grief with sad romantic songs, the nastiest thing
vile Youtube does is showing me an ad with you.

Why does it always happen that when I express
my sympathies to guys, they start ignoring and
avoiding me, causing me only pain and stress?
Ere it could even start, why does it always end?

And still worse is being rejected by a guy
who had complained of being alone for so long.
This makes me doubt my worth and question: Who am I?
Some kind of ugly monster? What do I do wrong?

Not wanting to bother more, I rather withdrew.
I don’t break promises even if they break me
by having to conceal from you my feelings true.
There’s only poetry to reveal them to thee.

With every flashback, my desire grew stronger
to give us two as a lover couple a chance.
Alas! What for me was a night to remember,
for you was a meaningless play. Just one night dance.