I know I'm not the first to do this
You've met many like me before,
I'm sorry, but my love was infatuation
You can see now, I hate you to the core.
What makes me say such things?
Well, where do I begin...
You've shoved so many things at me,
Like thinking, love and religion.
You were always too high maintenance
And gave preference over people,
You distinguished the poor and rich
And separated the strong and feeble.
I cannot separate your truth from lies.
Take, for example, "dreams"
Fools would clamour after you for them,
Just to have you tear at their seams.
But, my precious Life, I admit
You did have your moments;
You were beautiful in my eyes,
But was it worth all your torments?
I feel foolish writing you a note
But this is the last you'll see of me.
The world knows we aren't destined
So from me you are now free.