I’m sick of you
And the darts you throw
At my pride.
The way you watch the blood spill down
Like the wine from our failed dates,
Staining white tablecloths
Like a magic trick.
Like the disappearing act you pull
I won’t take this one
To the emergency room,
You can’t resuscitate a still heart
Three hours after it stops beating.
And in our case,
This love was dead
We called it off.