You love sick child, you
Pathetic mess of bubbly happiness
Old grievances askew

You jump and you laugh and it's genuine, too
Secret smiles and secret kisses
Like you drank yourself a special brew

Don't want to remember that it's true
Past hurts forgotten, pushed to the side
Believe it's something new to pursue

You keep telling yourself this is new
It will happen, it is different
Stop the deception, your foolish spew!

Stop; breathe; review
This was just like all the others
Nothing will happen between you two!

Slow down, my friend; is that déjà vu?
He's excited, he's happy; he's himself
But all he will do is leave you in the blue

You love sick child, you
Pathetic mess of bubbly happiness
... Bid all false hopes adieu


Dedicated to myself.