Dead Love

She is…
She is gone but this time it is forever gone. And as the usual course, I am he to blame, the wrong that’s wrong! Came outside of myself to bear feelings that should have been hidden. Besides the murder of this union, the tears that appeared make my ego guilt ridden. Know she laughs at the man she once loved and ridicules how I did her bidding. Her expressions of love came plentiful and often; it is a rank realization that she was just kidding. No wounds on her person nor her heart, so her healing process compared to mine is light years ahead. And it is with that cognizance, that the following epitaph is said. It was a good love when there was love, and I hope that the love now rests in peace since the love is now dead!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive