But I don't Feel

"The key to change is to let go of fear"
Well I have no fear,
and you saw the change.
It's so funny to be hated by you,
its funny how much I enjoyed the tears.
Real tears,
tears you can't stop from running down your face
and onto your body,
a body you never saw.
Don't wipe them away,
relish in their cool wetness
and pretend like you feel something,
Real tears.
Don't get yours mixed up with his,
they're not the same.
I cry not because I lost the game,
but because the game is over.
Did I end it too soon?
Now I'm bored with my new rush,
find some new excitement
cause you're blocked from anything interesting.

You left me smelling like smoke,
sitting on your rooftop in the cold.
Tell me about how you fucked her,
cause I don't want to do you.
She can take care of you,
you lying prick,
while I cry some real tears.
Sorry to disappoint,
but I don't feel.
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Written in about ten minutes, feels really good not to care if it turns out shit. I have issues with feeling creative cause I always get so caught up in thinking I won't compare. I'm actually pretty happy about this poem, not because its amazing by any means but just because I did it and said what I wanted.