Oh I can break your heart
but all you've got is me.
I can leave you.
It soon will be.

That's an issue
you can't address
without the fear of
being worth any less.

I'm the one
that "loves you".
That phrase is poor.

You're here only
for my purpose
and nothing more.

This is a poem
of control and self increase.
There is a larger puzzle
to your smaller piece.

You're blinded by my "love".
You can't see past the mistakes.
Telling friends of excuses.
Giving me the biggest breaks.

All that is proven,
the power belongs to yours truly.
Shedding tears.
Asking for advice newly.

I will move on.
It's easy for me
because empathy
is sparse you see.

I've left already
but the memories stay.
Burdening you of
of a darker day.