Question Marks

You left marks with questions
That will always be unanswered
There's nothing okay about it
I did not ask for this
I only asked for certainty
And to know all that was
You only focused on what wasn't
Guess it was easier for you to do
I have to believe I deserved better
And that I did not ask for too much
Surely even at my darkest moments
I am worth more than question marks
I should have had real exclamations
At least a time or two
And should have been able to experience
The underscoring of your feelings
You never even used a hashtag
Because I guess I wasn't worth mentioning
Not until you put a full stop to
Everything you ever felt
If you had showed me some symbols
Then maybe I could look back
And have an idea of what it meant
Now there's no choice but to call it nothing
A blank space in time
That somehow left me broken
An abundance of confusion
Representing wasted emotions
You know your way around words
I fell for luscious appeals of language
Seems that I mistook word games
For speaking with true definition
I know you doubt your ability to punctuate well
But why was I unworthy of attempts in actions?
How can snapshots of this be stored in cases
When I can't understand what I'm putting away?
Every picture I took was an inaccurate depiction
And mostly what you gave to me were empty frames
The few you managed to capture and angle right
Are outnumbered by the ones with distortion
And I don't want these question marks
But there's no way to erase them
The only solution is to not remember
The depth of what I thought or felt about you
Because we can all deal with being left
But it's harder to accept
When the marks you're stuck with
Are nothing but questions