I suppose I should thank you,
For all the times we had.
I should thank you
For the love we shared.
To be gracious for your
Precious smiles,
Soft lips,
And your perfume.
And I suppose I should also
Damn you.
For taking every bit of honesty
Out of "us".
For rationing me on
Meaningless words,
Empty promises.
Force feeding me
Your absence,
Tales of your infedelity
And my own shameful grief.
And most of all,
Reminding me
How easily I am replaced.
Give me back my hand,
The one you never took.
That dirty, shameful hand,
I want it back,
So I can hold it
Against my face.
To cover my eyes,
For never will I let you see my tears
Again.