It's Too Late

It's far too late for you to contemplate.
Walking back through my gate.
That bridge is burned.
When your back you turned.
On me and the caring you spurned.
I have no need for what you seek.
Your words are pathetic and weak.
I know the ways in which you think.
You'll use me for your own amusement.
Then throw me out like a drunken lout.
When you feel you've dried me out.
You just need me for attention.
So you'll feel no bitter retention.
Like you're the only one who's taken rejection.
You take my love.
Then strike me hard with a shove.
So be gone now.
I've finally had enough.
I see the truth.
It's too late to be so smooth.
So good riddance and adieu.
Our freindship now is truly through.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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