Couldn't Care Less

This poem is an expression of the feeling of one who's been a Butt in a relationship, it comes to an end, now he/she wants back in but it won't be so easy. It's a lot easier to lose love than it is to fall into it.

I have to confess that I miss you now
more than I ever thought that I would.
I find myself thinking of and longing for you
much more than any one person should.

I remember how cold and callous I was
and how I traded in your smiles for tears.
I wish that I could turn back the clock but I can't
and I will feel this regret for years.

I couldn't care less about losing you
but ironically, now it’s all that’s on my mind.
I couldn't care less but now I'm filled with regret
and I wish to God that I hadn't been blind.

I have to confess that it’s me who’s been calling,
it’s me who’s been leaving you flowers,
it’s me who’s been knocking so it shouldn't be shocking,
I long to be drenched by your sweet love’s shower.

Now I know I should get the message
from all of the flowers that you've thrown away,
but I have to keep hoping, I've changed and I'm moping,
but I can see that you’re going to make me pay.

I know that things can get better if you just read my love letters
and see that my life is a mess.
But you haven’t responded and I'm feeling despondent,
quid pro quo cause you couldn't care less.

By: Nathaniel A. Booker, Sr.
'Genius under Construction'

© Nathaniel Booker