Trivial It Was For Him Poem by The fallen leaves of Mira

Days and hours pass by,
While I sit with a lump in my stomach…
I close my eyes wondering what he is doing….
How could he be so inhuman?
I never thought I ‘d be the one to play the fool!
The comfort and the warmth of his arms had made me living under illusions
Was it really infatuation for him?
Was every single minute with him just petty?
I wonder then….
I wonder why he doesn’t feel my pain
Even a single call from him meant the world to me…..
But why would he?
He doesn’t even care I exist! !
And yet, he wanted to be my friend
He wanted to prove to me he could be a good friend…
Trivial it was for him! ! ! !