With Love,

I wrote this poem last night (8/14/08).
I must make clear that I have not experienced this. However, I have published the poem for the people out there who have experienced this or something like it, and if you want sympathy, I freely give it,


With Love
penning this is difficult
because I know it means our end
and you would be unhappy
with me
but i have to tell them
what you did
though it burns me inside
like that acid you conjured in chemistry
the one with the bubbles.
so i won't be seeing you
i know.
and i'm using the feather pen you gave me
after this is over i'll burn it
but not out of hate
out of love.
if i see it you will come into my thoughts again
and it hurts my heart to know that it's done.
do i love you? i guess. but forget me, i don't matter.
i'll be fine
really
with love,