This is a poem about a woman who can let go of a relationship that is already dead.

I don't have time

To witness all your crimes.

I can't conceive the pleasure running down your spine.

If you wish to be with me

To be vacant, to be free.

Just give me one chance, don't deny me.

But you bring me down every chance you get.

Your words cut like a razor inside my head.

Now, all the laughter turns to shreds.

There is no more to be said.

It's dead.

There's no point in placing blame.

Your excuses to stay seem so lame.

In this I have no shame,

But fear shivers in my bones.

I wish not to be alone.

But you cut bring me every chance you get.

Your words cut like a razor inside my head.

I wish I had the strength to leave.

You anger now I can't conceive.

I want only be.