YOUR HIGHNESS

YOUR HIGHNESS

The hardest part is admitting I don’t love you anymore,

Not the way I did in yesterdays before,

And with every tomorrow the less I feel for you,

You’re just a vision that never seemed to come true,

Rather quite pretentious you are for someone alone,

I found you to have ostentatious and hollow undertones,

There was no humility in your analytical ways,

I was always wrong as you stared at me with that idiot gaze,

Self-confidence is one thing, but arrogance is ugly and crude,

You wore your crown in a fashion I found a bit prude,

What did you expect your highness, me to bow at your feet?

My modesty was your great conquer and defeat,

I rarely seen a smile upon your face,

Especially for someone who said they were finally in a happy place,

Was I merely the jester used to amuse you at the time?

You got your kicks and then some, dear friend of mine,

Oh, I’m sorry… your highness, I almost forgot to address you,

Well with a kiss of betrayal, I bid your majesty a fond adieu,

I guess it really isn’t so hard to admit that I don’t love you anymore,

Not the way I did in yesterdays before.

-brad