Down Time

I am bored so here is a poem that just came to me.


It's so funny to me, that I miss you.
You were never good to me,
Never once was your love true.
And yet when I was with you, I was free.
I didn't have a care in the world.
Life seemed to have such potential.
I completely believed I was your girl.
I thought being with you was essential.
I never thought you were with another.
I blindly thought you wanted to be with me.
I guess you felt smothered
And wanted to leave and be free.
Are you happier with her?
Does she complete you?
For once are you being true?
Do you wish you had what we were?