just the same

once upon a time, i wrote a poem for you i thought it was kind of important at least, it was to me to you, it didn't mean a thing it didn't phase you, didn't touch you didn't hurt you, didn't change you you did not faulter just sat there and read it with no expression on your face it's a hard face to read from a million miles away a slight exaggeration, but it feels just the same i thought you were kind of important perhaps i was somehow mistaken i took you to be God's upmost perfection and you just took me for granted the ball has been in your court, lovely for a century and a half a slight exaggeration, but it feels just the same it might as well be a billion years because you're actions never change for once, i wish i could forget everything leave the ecstacy behind leave this cloud of anger and frustration escape the fog that has lasted a lifetime a slight exaggeration, but it feels just the same it might as well have been two lives because i have wasted yours you've shown me the truth in it all: i'm not worth a minute of your time and, once upon a time, i never wanted change no one quite measured up to you you set the standard, you set it high so high that it touched mountain tops a slight exaggeration, but it feels just the same it might as well have been the clouds because no one has come close to reaching it this bar has left me lonely and thoughtful i am lost in scattered memories and broken dreams once upon a time, i loved you, i loved you and there's no exaggeration here