Rain On a Wedding Day

I tried being sweet.
Little love notes,
tiny gifts,
that plush bear that says
"I wuv you beary much";
the whole damn thing.

Then here's you
with your giant cartoon anvil
poised to drop onto my chest
when you say:

"That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."

So fine,
whatever,
you win.
I stopped caring.
The sweeping melody
of this perfect soundtrack to our movie
has scratched into an abrupt halt
and given way to suffocating silence.

No more returned calls,
no more going out of my way to see you.
And I think when I sing that

"Sometimes I feel I've got to
run away, I've got to
get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me."

And now how's this for a new development?
She told me that she
"desperately" seeks my attention.
Now that I don't freely give it to her and all.
So I suppose old adages ring true
Jerks win
The guy who kicks sand in the nerd's face
gets to hang out with Gidget and the other beach bunnies.

I know she's bad news,
just another dumb girl.
It's fake plastic love.
And it's tearin' up my heart.

But you know,
I've got a resolve about as strong
as an Alka Seltzer tablet in water.
So I give in
I'll take any empty affection she'll throw at me
'cause like a wise man once said:
Love stinks.