Gone

When I first met her
It didn't seem like anything more than
     A new face
          A pretty one, too.
But days turned into weeks, and weeks turned to months
And by then, she was more than a pretty face.

She was someone who I liked
     Talking to
          And being around
And I thought she felt the same well.

But I was wrong
     She didn't want me around
            With her
But I didn't know that
When I was with her
     All my problems seemed to go away
     And all seemed right with the world

But I was her problem
     I was her annoyance
          Her nuisance
               Her pest
                    An Irritation to her

But I didn't know
     That someone that I cared so deeply for
          Wanted me gone
          Wanted me away
          Wanted me to leave

And I didn't know,
But it would cost me in the end.