(Note to reader: Read this quickly, otherwise it doesn’t have punch.)
My love for you has died.
You killed it!
You placed your blood soaked hands around it’s throat and strangled the life
out of it.
You killed it!
You killed it with innuendo and sarcasm.
You killed it!
You killed it with an uncaring attitude - big you - little me.
You killed it with scowling glances and mumbles under your breath.
You killed it!
It’s never to be resurrected.
So, grant me one last kindness:
bury it gently. . .
And quite simply . . . Just,
get out!
My love for you has died.
You killed it!
You placed your blood soaked hands around it’s throat and strangled the life
out of it.
You killed it!
You killed it with innuendo and sarcasm.
You killed it!
You killed it with an uncaring attitude - big you - little me.
You killed it with scowling glances and mumbles under your breath.
You killed it!
It’s never to be resurrected.
So, grant me one last kindness:
bury it gently. . .
And quite simply . . . Just,
get out!