Dear Mr. Confusing

my questions for a guy that confused me...

Dear Mr. Confusing,

I've written today to bring up an important question

One that seeks very important attention.

You see, I'm confused

something you're used to, i'm sure.

But unlike the others that bathe in your mixed signals

I want answers with meaning

not sensless bantering.

Tell me now, and clear

Mr. Confusing,

was it me?

Or was it you?

I displayed my affection

and all I got was rejection.

I sense an attraction

but you treated me like a distraction.

I flirted

so did you.

I made my feelings clear to you and others

And you make it clear of your feelings for wanting.

So, I've got to ask,

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is a poem for a boy I used to like and how his sweet affection was the end of me...
well, as for a love goes, hehe. Ignore the grammer problems.

Reviews

[BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE]

I am all for flirting but realise that there is a serious side to this writing i believe i am 20 years too late i should have started writing at 5 years of age if only this confusing man is me in a way because i blow hot and cold i think surreal metaphysical perspective is victims of their own false premonitions of grandeur the contributing factor here for the deluded are their own false hopes and expectations.

[Loreana]

Wow, I really like your writing. I loved the way it all just flowed together and the title matched it perfectly. LOL Reading your perfect ending made me smile. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED" It's hilarious because it's all too true.

[Ama May Cooper]

Ah the constant perils of the heart in suh a world where meanings and signals are lost and misread.
A beautiful display of eratic thought tracking well written