The joke is on me

Isn't it funny how
you're only feeding me words
yet here I am thinking
you're bringing me flowers?

And how come I can hear you laugh
through this deafening silence,
and I see your smile
through this blinding darkness?

Also, tell me:
Why did I turn left
when you clearly said right,
and why did you go away
even after I begged you to stay?

Isn't it funny how
I'm seeing things
which were never there,
and I'm hearing you say lines
which were never spoken?

And why did you have to pretend
to walk towards me,
but turns the other corner
just when we're faces apart?

Seriously, why am I still here
waiting for you
when reason tells me to move on
since this is undoubtedly
breaking my heart?

Isn't it funny how
I can't simply get over you,
because I just can't,
and yet you don't even have to worry
about a single thing
because you don't need to worry
about getting over me?

Funny how the joke is on me.

© iris@journalsofanaddict.august2009