Lamb to the Slaughterhouse

End of a friendship.

This is the last time
I will write you a poem
of ever-longing love.
You played me,
played me
like the fool that I am
and led me around
like a little baby lamb
going to the slaughterhouse.
Don't go calling me anymore;
don't write me anymore letters.
Your words are meaningless
worthless
valueless
just like you.