All through this night your words have had me reeling;

I thought I felt the growth of a connection,

but now I’ve had to second-guess that feeling.

 

The glut of tears reflect on my dejection;

No matter what I do, I can’t stop crying,

for what you said can only mean rejection.

 

Was any of it real, or were you lying?

Why would you stoop to toy with my affections,

to leave me now to deal with your denying

 

that we would go in any such directions;

there never was a bonding, not a sliver,

and all was built on my own predilections.

 

It seems that you’re a taker, not a giver,

and now my tears have grown into a river.