A Suicide Letter

I am leaving you the remains of my charred existence.
You can be late to my own damn funeral,
And you can spit on my ashes.
But I would like you to spread my torched remains
Where our love once flourished.
Where the passion of getting through each day was you.
Where I looked forward to living and growing old.
Where it hurts me the most,
And you the least.
But it is just a given that I am hurt more.
I loved you with everything I could offer.
You loved me with me only what you were willing to sacrifice.
I sacrificed it all.
You, being so selfish,
I, being so self-less,
I rolled the one-sided die and lost.
Opposites attract,
Or at least they did.
But the force of our love is no longer strong enough to hold us together.
So remember to hold on to the remains of our charred existence.

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

ah, suicidal love, I had an ex who laid down in the middle of the street when we broke up, that was when it all was over -- who'd want that? And at the same sick time, you're flattered "oh look, my first suicide attempt...."