I'm aware I write too many poems about you

You’re my muse when I sing the blues

I know I cry myself to sleep at night

Knowing that you made me endure torment out of spite

 

Your ego was so heightened

And your grip on my spirit made me frightened

You controlled my every emotion

You made our lives a colossal commotion

 

I desperately wanted to breathe in tranquility

Between us, there was no civility

No, we didn’t strike or thrash

It was organs you loved to slash

 

You found glee in being the nice guy

How can I put this? You don’t apply

You fell short of being the victor

Why? Because I could’ve made your life richer

 

They say all is fair in love and war

But why would you do that to me, mi amour?

You want perfection when it doesn’t exist

We both know you’re a hedonist

 

You cried to make yourself the victim

You created this unique and bizarre system

I watered the droughts with my damp eyes

When you started the journey to our demise

 

To pause the moment, I begged, pleaded, and implored

All my screams and fits were ignored

The second time around

I didn’t peep a sound

 

I was an essence, compassionate, and benevolent

All of that was irrelevant

I became the villain in your story

Destroying me was mandatory

 

Living without you is emptiness and shame

Knowing I’ll never have your last name

Im dying from the lack of love

You pushed your life forward with a shove

 

Soon it will be a whole year

Don’t answer that, I don’t want to hear

Will you even remember my name?

Don’t answer that either, my body will inflame 

 

I know I shouldn’t but I’ll ask one last favor

Don’t tell fibs and be someone’s savior

Don’t you dare break another sweetheart

Because I’ll murder you and make it a work of art

 

I get it, we weren’t meant to be!

But I’ll flame you alive for being her absentee

Oh, baby, I know you too well

If you don’t change, I’ll make your mind and body dispel