He is nothing.

No more shall he be my beloved,

No more shall he control my actions.

Stop.

He is no longer my anything.

He shall now be only a regret,

In turn for a memory.

Let go.

He is nothing.

Days spent remembering,

Now were spent in vain.

For the memories have now gone,

In return for something sweet.

Regret turns to remorse,

then anger and hate.

Revenge I first see

In the eyes of this man.

He is nothing.

No more to me.

No more to any one.

He is nothing.

Nothing.

Him.