Walk away like the rest
I could have guessed the intentions
Boredom, apathy, whatever your excuse
Don’t worry, I’m used to the abuse

No point in arguing about it
Neither of us seemed very committed
As you declare the five words that I dread
They should have went unsaid.

Slam the door, pack your bags
Gag on the stench of our dead relationship
Run to the sympathetic arms of others
Forgetting in moments that you couldn’t be bothered

We both made mistakes, we’re both to blame
But in the end, you are all the same.

Author’s Words for Thought

“You stabbed me then pretended you were the one who was bleeding.”