12. Pleased to Say

Isn't that jolly pleasant;
To being labelled as one's complement.
For how long had I been in the shades of gray
"Too long," they'll be pleased to say.

Bouquets of gratitude I've thrown you
For the rescue, I almost adore you
Now I've locked my voice away
I have nothing pleasant left to say.

This apology I lay a fore now
Don't yet look at me with a jerked brow
I'm about to get harsh
Or maybe to you-- it's just like a wave of paintbrush.

I care no longer of waiting for you
It won't affect me anymore-- the charms you blew
You're dead to me, you've gone away.
That-- I'm pleased to say.

Every infatuation has an expiry date.
Yours to me perhaps arrived late
Although, I'm pleased to say
Some idiotic parts of me died and didn't stay.