Love's a B***h

Goodbye, says I.

So long, farewell.

Miss you, I will not.

Rehearse your name, I shall not.

On the slim chance that they may find you,

Tears will not escape my eyes.

Your funeral,

I shall attend in the most upbeat of manners.

Speak I will, that you died in peace,

Knowing quite the opposite.

Rue the day you crossed me, dear.

For it was the day,

I stole your soul away.