Nov 20, 2005 18:03
I'm writing this letter to tell you
I don't love you anymore.
I don't miss you.
I never have.
The truth is, I tried,
But never found your adoration
anything other than arduous,
Your niceties clichéd,
Your praise thoughtless,
and it has become unbearable obvious
that you love me with all the originality of romance novels;
the manly man weakening the luscious flower.
But do not be sad,
nothing is lost,
neither of us even loved
the other truly--
you only thought you did
and I only wanted to.