I saw you from across the crowded room
A shaft of light, a solitary bloom
Your smile seemed meant for me, a silent plea
A future that was not yet meant to be...
But in my heart, a hopeful seed was sown
A feeling I had thought I'd never own.

A chance to speak, a word from my good friend
A conversation I thought would never end
But when I spoke of things that mattered most to me
Your eyes grew cold, as cold as they could be
The warmth I thought I'd seen was just a lie
A carefully constructed, cold reply.

And that's when I knew... you'd become my nemesis.
Your acerbic wit, your cold analysis.
My every word you'd subtly undermine...
A chance for love... turned to a battle line.
Yes, you became the one I must oppose...
The bitter thorn on what I thought would be a rose.

I mentioned my collection, my restored vintage car
You called it "sad," said it "hadn't gotten far."
You questioned my choices, my taste, my very soul
And left my hopeful, fragile spirit... less than whole.
A lack of grace, a lack of common courtesy...
A monumental, stark, hostility.

And that's when I knew... you'd become my nemesis!
Your acerbic wit, your cold analysis!
My every word you'd subtly undermine...
A chance for love... turned to a battle line!
Oh, you became the one I must oppose!
The bitter thorn on what I thought would be a rose!

Perhaps the fault was mine, to hope, to dream...
To misread all the signals, so it seems.
But to be treated with such sheer disdain...
Well, that’s a permanent, a lingering stain.

And so I know... you'll stay my nemesis!
Your acerbic wit, your cold analysis!
My every word you'd subtly undermine...
You turned our chance... to a battle line!
You'll always be the one I must oppose...
The bitter thorn... on what I thought would be a rose...

If I saw your house on fire... I'd probably just wonder if you'd remembered to pay your insurance premium...
...and walk on by.


