by Nick Gisburne
I waited for you, but you never came
I thought, until this moment, that you would
But now I see the nature of your game
The chill, the cold contempt, is understood
You never really cared for me at all
A comfort, a convenience, no more
A someone to occasionally call
To find, forget, and finally ignore
Your instinct, to abandon me, was wise
For what I truly am is what you see
A man the world should bitterly despise
Yet ready to forgive, forever, free
Embrace the dusk, the dying of the light
But you, my love, will not outlive the night
