These Last Nine Days.

I was going to make such a big thing out of this
'Twas going to be in six parts, and long to take the piss
But then I thought 'Hell, what's teh fucking point?'
When this short poem I'm writing, my tale it shall anoint

Had I a pretty damsel, Anna was her name
Loved her fair and well did I, but Christ was I to blame
For when meeting her every time I acted rather fast
Because in my heart I deftly knew this passion could not last

With trepidation I did see our together time grow sparse
And so I tried to make it count by acting one great farce
For three days out of twenty-one, the girl, you see, was mine
So try did I to replace the loss with constant quality time

I was clingy, I was pervy and maybe slightly greedy
And oh how I failed to see that I was doing something seedy
Young was she, and far too sweet for my great passion play
And for my errors along this path, be sure I rued this day

And as much as she tried to keep up with me by phoning every night
I am certain that a couple of things I said gave her a fright
Love her, professed I, I would to her dying day
And taking this the wrong way can make blue skies turn gray

Why my princess did not say stop, I have not a clue
Why I couldn't see her pain for that I am a foo'
As the tension built and built be sure I had no idea
Of the harsh trauma from the devils track I could sense draw near

Around the month of February I started to have my doubts
Maybe I was finally hearing my soul's quiet shouts
I wanted her to myself for one day to explain our situation
Not knowing, did I, this plan was my damnation

On Febuary the fourteenth, AKA St Valentines eve
On the train she came to mine with several cards up my sleeve
But Fate does deal a harsh card, and reality crashed down with a shout
For on my phone was her father and our plan he had found out

Take her away from me did they, I couldn't hear her cries
Thought it might be weeks or months till again I saw her eyes
Phoning me again her father said I coarsely broke his trust
And try would he to break my lady and I's relations into dust

For four days and four nights I was burned out to a crisp
And I could only think of those lips I should of kissed
But ringing me on Friday, her ma did say with glee
'Anna has decided that she wants to break up with he'

Now sit I here with shattered dreams as I see before my eyes
Through a good friend I have found that she wants to break all ties
Heartbroken although I might be to accept such a harsh goodbye
Nonetheless I do feel that for at least a friendship I can try

Her parents will not let her speak to me until some time has passed
When I hear her voice again then my hopes I will cast
For deep down inside I will know I'll always love her
And for her hearts content, I'll settle to act the brother

On emotional angst her heart is now, fueled by her parents
When after she calms down I shall hope for no more impairment
Clearly to her I shall say I wish to be a friend
And if the time is ever right then again my feelings shall extend

Now this is a tale of love and loss, and yes, she was my first
And my kin and loved ones tell me that this shall be the worst
For hear me out now, not as a stalker, I implore
I shall always love you, Anna-Marie, forevermore.

I know that she still cares for me, but because of twisted words
She thinks that I'll fail my course, that I'm doomed for only 3rds
But what she doesn't know is I'm time-outing on my essays
Not my tests, nothing serious and only for two days

I want her to know that I'm sorry for all that I did wrong
I want her to know my work is fine, somehow I'm getting along
But most of all I just want again to see her smile
It alone will do much good, to quench this bitter bile

Melodramatic I might be, but take my words to heart
You must always think through your feelings or else you'll break apart
Nine days and eight nights I have spent wondering why
Is true love quite so meaningless? Why does Heaven's voice lie?

I would like to thank you, all that have given advice
This weeks bad news will not keep me amongst the mice
For I am stronger than I appear, with someday a heart as good as new
I shall yet again be as brave, strong and idealistic as any Mary Sue.

This poem is dedicated to my first love and loss, Anna-Marie Morgan.