My hear shatters into pieces on the floor,
As your eyes look with sympathy and hold love no more.
You lean in for that final one last kiss goodbye,
I push you away as the tears flow past my eye.
At the door you yet again apoligize,
Mustering up your smile which can hyponotize,
But I am able to resist your spells and charm,
Running finally free, unfretted, though not unharmed.
In a few moments I felt a lifetime of pain,
When you spoke to me yet couldn't use my name.
You leave without a second glance as I break down,
I feel as though I am the fool, the jester, the clown.
You were my first love and maybe my last,
Though what I feel for you, I hope becomes a thing of the past

 
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