The thought of you gone is a thought I hate.  
For you gone is like my heart is missing.    
But you chose to go and make your mistake,
So tonight it's not you I'm kissing.        
Did you even think of what I would say?
Or what I would do after I found out?
Lusted after ones who would never stay,
You decided to take a different route.
But pull the brakes, stop the spinning now.      
Though I despise the thought of you not here,
I rather have nothing and him with thou  
Than you lusting 'round while you call me "Dear".
So let me tell, This love I had was true
But like a distraught bird, it done and flew.