Poem Of The Week #39

Here we go, another one of those "ambigous poems" vaguely based in reality. Enjoy.

I stand here waiting at your door
Always wanting something more
You never could remember me
Or how I wanted it to be
You’d always have me all then leave
Act like you had an ace up your sleeve
I got the feeling you kept inside
Hidden motives you tried to hide
Perhaps I was paranoid
But you always seemed to avoid
Issues we both had
You never seemed sad
Around that other boy
Made me feel like a toy
Yet I waste my time once again
Writing poems for a forlorn friend
So you close the door in my face
Guess you put me in my place
I won’t knock on your front door
I won’t ring the bell anymore
I’ll slip this note under instead
Erasing these thoughts in my head.

Anthony C, "Adoreway"