Bittersweet Sixteen

It's once again the sixteenth of the month,
Bittersweet sixteen I call it.
A painful memory of a Friday I'll never forget,
A kitchen conversation, words spoken and unspoken,
Words of disappointment, disillusion and regrets.
Questions unanswered, loud voices and tears,
Words that ended the joy of the past couple of years.
Did it all mean nothing, was it really all a game?
You think I know nothing, I even know her name.
You got your freedom, a long awaited out,
The chance to return to a former lover,
That's what it was really all about.
Even if I understood why you had to go to her,
I'll never comprehend why you treated me so unfair.
Why what we had together became so depleted,
How you could send me away, feeling so defeated.
Like I had no human feelings, no soul, no heart,
I was expected to be okay with us having to part.
A birthday became a sad day, another bad memory,
Another hurtful reminder that you no longer wanted me.
I pretended not to know all the things I knew were true,
All the innuendos, what you did and didn't do.
The remarks you made, comparing both of us,
The way you neglected me, destroyed all my trust,
Spent time with another to satisfy your lust.
You used me, verbally abused me, cheated and lied,
Then, with utter cruelty, you told me not to cry.
When once you were my love, my life, everything to me,
Anywhere you were, was where I wanted to be.
So every sixteenth of the month, is sorely bittersweet,
I count the days, measure my progress toward the goal I must meet.
Gotta get over you, must get over us, but I know it takes time,
Time to forget when I was yours, and you were mine.