I Should Be Mad Poem by Anita Khelawan

Here I am with my pen and paper
Trying to figure you out as if you're some kind of cypher
Unresponsive messages, ignored and unanswered phone calls (lost track of how many)
When you did, you gave me a silent answer
Yet you say I'm the only one that matter
Yeah you're right I'm only matter just there occupying space
'Picture of me and you what it was, what it is'
I am faded image that seems so out of place.
Unanswered phone calls ignored messages...
'What is this? ' Love? Or revenge? or punishment?
You treat as if I'm a child…
And I just want to nurture you as if you were mine
I don't want to play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love or I should I accept that feelings between us aren't the same?
You are my bed of roses
Heaven only knows…this
All that you are isn't mere
And don't think for a second my feelings for you are insincere
I tried to be your Superhero but you were my 'Kryptonite'.
I still believe that you are my dark knight
Love makes my chest hurts I think I'm going to be sick
Give me your heart because yours will always be a perfect fit
I should be mad at what you've put me through
But how can I when I wasn't given the opportunity to.