This relationship is over;
my love is no more.
I don't hate you--
you've just become
a bore.
I thought about why
you don't do it for me
anymore:
It's pretty simple--
you crossed one of my kind.
I know you can't see it;
because you're blind.
You thought she was your
*****,
or a *****.
Now listening to you has
become a chore.
It wasn't deliberate;
I just started flipping the channel.
I realized I could no longer tolerate
the sound
of your voice.
It's not a political statement,
just my choice.