“Sweetie, it’s not you, it’s me!
I care about you, don’t you see?”
It seems he hears that everyday…
It’s an awful, hurtful cliché…
 
And so ends his latest romance
From the start, never had a chance
Another in the dustbin of history
Someone! Get him out of his misery!
 
Now he’s all alone again, naturally
Love prospects are nil, practically
All his life, it’s been his story
Maybe it’s time to join a monastery…
 
***
Aaaah! Just recalling my teen years
Not as bad as that, so says my peers
But then it was so very long ago
I may be exaggerating, you know!
 
 
 
© F Aparici 10/04/2015

(2015)

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Neil
almost 4 years

You have said it all. Amen to that.

Francis
almost 4 years

Thanks. Between 16 and 20, none of them could be serious relationships. :)

Benjamin G. Sangalang
almost 4 years

Alone again but I suppose not lonely. Fortunately, they were not serious relationships. Or were they? I like your poem.

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