Goodbye.
Written 12.21.2008
To who shall remain nameless, The saying stresses, if one possesses something that he loves or obsesses, set it free and if it regresses then count your blessings because it was meant to be. Well, this sweet sacrifice is like an act of evanescence that professes you and I are no longer like weddings and white dresses, and you’ll return to me when peasants reside in castles or cattle fly over crescents. Your presence is now pregnant with a regnant odor from a smolder that scolders that which shoulders the boulders molded from the colder parts of your sixpence existence. I’d bleed for our distance so no need for resistance or persistence in trying to make this last…and quite frankly, you can kiss my ass.
We’ve been together for almost a year and the ends near so I peer into our past over the morning breaking of the fast and I wish I could say “it’s been a blast” free of all sass, but alas, the best thing we’ve ever amassed is dark nights, a trophy and maybe a few laughs. I now view through a new glass and I’ve grew pass the ache that brews fast that quakes my very foundation as a man. I swept under the fact that many others had your number and even though it made my body shudder, speech stutter and my eyes shutter, you were a shuffler; you even went under covers with other men in the places of their slumber. You turned my heart and mind into scufflers, because I thought you belonged to me but you never thought it was wrong I see you be so good to them but moreover you showed me that in your promiscuous game of poker, I wasn’t the king in your deck, I was more like the joker. The ledger better read you owe me for my better deeds, my sacrifice of my creeds that freed a lot I seed which breeds success that recedes, so heed the page of this Mead that reads I’m more like the character of Reeves’ – not Speed’s – and I’ve keyed the door you had in my heart because it’s now your time to leave. I believe in life after love so I share my resolution which is more praying post ablution, no more getting carried away in confusion and no more acting on climatic thinking…because I promise, the next fall of mine will next time fall in line with the Titanic sinking.
You removed the ‘S’ on my chest and you fulfilled none of your 100 promises, not even ten, so Socrates was right when he said “the hottest love, has the coldest end.” So I’ve calmed down the rhyme schemes to express exactly what it is I mean when I say goodbye. I no longer want to say the joke you call your name or reminisce on the times we had…I don’t want to use the next few days to rekindle any flames or make any goods out the bad. Yes I loved you but the truth now is I despise you…and come our thirty first midnight, I’ll not only be glad to see you go but grateful that I survived you.
Yours truly,
Eddie
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