Poem: No Money Back Guarantee

[compos_dementis]

no money back guarantee
by Dementis

i am waiting at a bus stop
for a bus that will never come.

you gave me the directions here
and said you'd be here waiting,
but as soon as someone better came along,
you left me in the cold.


i'm a little too broken
to be playing games--

--and you haven't got a clue
how much you mean to me,
because when i say "ninety percent"
i am talking about you,
our little ragtag group of four
to fill the void the twenty-something left.

no one believed me,
but you did.
no one trusted me,
but you did.

they all spread rumors,
but not you.
they all hated me,
but not you.

i am waiting at a bus stop
for a bus that will never come.

and the station is cold,
uninviting,
the lights flickering like the scene in a zombie flick,
you know,
right before the monster is found
hiding behind the doors.

and i am scared here by myself
but you once called me brave
and i believed you.

you said kind things
when i was used to hearing "stupid,"
you talked to me so kindly
when i was accustomed to sitting in silence.

we shared our food,
and you understood my troubled mind.

uninvited
means never ignited,
like waiting at a bus stop
for a bus that will never come.

that's alright, since i didn't have plans anyway,
unless you count sitting at home,
plugged into a virtual world
that i've conquered five times already,
or sitting idle in a chat room
and clicking every link
to give me something to look at
that isn't just

silence.

no, no plans,
since you didn't think to invite me along,
and why would you want me there,
broken and bent
and entirely inadequate?

you break it, you buy it--
but you hadn't been the ones to break me,
so you'll just go get me replaced instead.

you gave me the map.

so now i'm waiting at the bus stop
for a bus that will never come,
and i am sketching your face into the tile
with the toe of my shoe.

and
i am

alone.