I'm writing
this letter to tell you
I don't love you anymore.
I don't miss you.
I never have.
The truth is, I
tried, but never found
your adoration
anything other than arduous
your niceties cliched,
your praise thoughtless,
and it has become
unbearably obvious
that you love me with
all the originality
of romance novels;
the manly man weakening
the luscious flower.
One of my absolute favorites. As a single lady, I have met quite a few men who this poem reminds me of.
~T
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