*But He Didn't Like It*

I wrote him a poem thinking it was my best one yet,
But he didn't like it
So, I sewed him a scarf of many colors, trying to win his approval
But he didn't want it
I wrote him a song filled with tangible dreams
But he believed that everything about it was intangible and moronic
So, I constructed a red and golden-lined heart made of paper and dried rose
petals
But he just tore it and blew the pieces away, one by one
I carved him the world out of some bark from a dogwood
But he tossed it aside and walked away
So, I cooked him a feast made up of all the foods he loved
But he said the smell made him want to hurl
I cheered him on at all of his games
But he said I just looked like an idiot who had too much time on her hands
I cleaned his clothes and washed his life of unhappy woes
But it never seemed to occur to him of how much I really did care
And all of that time...he just walked all over me, as if I wasn't even
there
I tried to be everything he wanted
But all I could be was me
I gave him my heart, my time, my spirit, my life
But he didn't like it,
But he didn't like me
So, I pondered of how I should cease my unhappiness
And I wrote him a note saying goodbye
And I tossed the pain of him out of my life
and never looked
back

~May 27, 2003~