i do not Love you any more.
although i did once.
fiercly.
and, i find it humorous
that this is how things
should be.
i do not Love you any more.
and, this will be the last
that i will ever Write
about you.
i do not Love you any more,
because i cannot
remember
what loving you was like.
i do not Care what
odd number of
other men come to
visit your doorstep.
or love you
or you them.
i do not Love you any more,
because where once was
Chopin
and his etudes
now
there is Prokofiev.
i do not Love you any more,
because i am in love with
another;
and she portends
a future.
i do not Love you any more,
because before now
i am not sure i knew
what love was.
not really.
and maybe that's
all the more sad.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 11:49 PM UTC
i do not Love you any more.
although i did once.
fiercly.
and, i find it humorous
that this is how things
should be.
i do not Love you any more.
and, this will be the last
that i will ever Write
about you.
i do not Love you any more,
because i cannot
remember
what loving you was like.
i do not Care what
odd number of
other men come to
visit your doorstep.
or love you
or you them.
i do not Love you any more,
because where once was
Chopin
and his etudes
now
there is Prokofiev.
i do not Love you any more,
because i am in love with
another;
and she portends
a future.
i do not Love you any more,
because before now
i am not sure i knew
what love was.
not really.
and maybe that's
all the more sad.
