Our love was laid to rest in that rotting plywood casket you buried out in the yard.
Within two months another guy you hardly knew replaced me like an air filter.

We fought and argued for hours in almost every single **** worthless conversation.

Tequila covered your breath like cheap perfume when you spewed out apologies.

I sobbed in my bathroom muttering incoherently "I love you" more often than I'll ever admit to your face.

Why did it have to be this way?