Poems on Sadness - Blackout Poetry Notes

Exception

Was he like this with only her?
I don't misbehave
with ladies.
But I'll make an exception
for you.

These mood swings?
I'm a paranoid creature.

My ruined face - I see myself
withered and spotty,
eyes wide in sagging flesh.
When did I stop being me?

I don't want
to settle.

It is the beginning
of the end.

I seek no love or happiness,
I am content to suffer alone
as once I falsely hoped to meet
a love comparable to mine.

He had simply
disappeared. 
It had been so obvious
surely he kept a secret.
Her trust in him
began to weaken.

If something happened
it would spoil everything.
Whatever this was
would only
complicate things.

I should have known
he'd want to walk.

Everybody expects you
to fall in love,
I just want you to be prepared.