The Ex Gets Inspired

I can't help myself...my powers are transcendental. Even my ex caught wind of my musings and felt inspired enough to write this charming little diddy (the name has been changed, but everything else is exactly as it was sent to me):

My Paradise Lost By The Ex

Many times, many ways, I look around in a daze.
Every morning I awake, I think of you my heart does break.
The situation that’s at hand, a living nightmare in any land.
First few days I was in shock. Numb, scared, and really clocked.
A few more days, perhaps contrition. A long and painful love tradition.
A week goes by without a doubt. I lose all hope of working out.

In the distance what’s this I see, perhaps a gesture from thy love to thee?
A chocolate heart, a velvet rope, perhaps just some false hope?
He loves me not we all have heard. In mind, in spirit, and in word.
He spoke with passion, he spoke with candor. He’s looking for love that’s grander.

Everyday another try. A note, a card, just not a cry.
I can not call, he will not talk. I’ll try and try, but he will balk.
He seems so far, a bit aloof. Was this thing one big goof?
How does he get through the day, going on his merry way?
How does he seem so easy, when all I feel is sick and queasy?
He’s never tried to contact me, since the day he made the flee.

People say go on with life. He’s just not worth all the strife.
They call me stupid, perhaps a fool. I must stand steady and retool.
They say you’ll lose, you can not win. I cry and cry, I try to grin.
Then he talks, he speaks with me. Very happy he seems not be.
You’ve gone awry with a different guy, your loves not true so do not cry.
Always true I say to him, I did it all on a whim.
You loved me not, my heart was broken. I needed worth, perhaps a token.
He’s a friend, a lover too, nothing like my love for you.

Then it came with a roar, the curse of silence and sound no more.
No more words, no more talking. I’m now ignored with further balking.
No greater fear there is to me, without his voice I can not see.
Silence bad, silence scary. At this time I grow weary.
I must now stop this crazy notion, of his love and devotion.

Heart and mind go out the door. Tell him just a little more.
Tell him how you think it’s real. Tell him how you really feel.
Tell him you’ll do anything, just to be within his ring.
Plead once more from floor to floor, plead away outside his door.

Now it’s come, my time to leave. A profound retreat, I must achieve.
Bid farewell to loving arms, say hello to shallow palms.
Say goodbye to him my dear, let him know you’re always near.
For to love and lose is not a crime, but standard passion through all of time.
Perhaps we’ll meet by chance of fate, till that day I’ll always wait.
I love you always, no matter what. My one and only, forget me not.

It would appear as though my powers are now at an all time high. Today is a very good day :-).