i can't believe
you're so naive
you didn't know that dumping me would hurt
you call my phone
in chatty tone
and then you act surprised when i am hurt
the chance is slim
that you're so dim
you didn't know that dumping me would hurt
it's so unreal
i just don't feel
you didn't know that dumping me would hurt
it seems to me
with clarity
of pain
you knew damn well that it would hurt
but you'll deny
you made me cry
on purpose
for you never meant to hurt
you want to know
though
just how low
you've made me
(though you never meant to hurt)
well i won't tell
so go to hell
and no,
i'm fine
thanks
'course it doesn't hurt
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers