MEAT My Lover, He Was Quite The Dish!

Just a little poem I wrote about a breakup I had a long time ago...breakups are never fun....unless you make 'em fun! HA!

'Goodbye' sounds so rude
it's the tone to me
so I'm going to stuff you
in my suitcase
full of memories
memories of my past,
the beginning and the end
I have a little bit of every person
who I once called a friend

limb by limb I stuffed 'em in
I didn't want to do it, 
but this is what they choose
but as I stare, I sigh in despair
is this how the story shall close?

It's awful quiet, here without you
so damn quiet...Oh my...
I forgot to pack a shoe!
the pain will fade away
just like the voices have said
the worms will play piccolo with your snout
since you're cold and dead

the days will be longer
the nights will be hard
and the worst of this all is
I still have to bury you
in the backyard

Oh death, oh sweet oblivion
please take me away, you see?
this guilt is real bad
but it's so hard to feel sad
with his dead face
staring a hole into me

Oh baby, don't say a word
I know you couldn't...
even if you tried...
It's times like this
I long to miss
just one more kiss
but then again
I might have lied

You're love was worth an arm and a leg
and your heart, that you probably already knew...
I can't believe that even after your good and dead
I still have to pick up after you.

I tried so hard to keep it
but your love was hard to grab
do ya still consider yourself 'hot'
being on top of that cold slab?

I forgot your name now
I burned all your letters, too
got rid of everything
that reminded me of you
but my dog ran in
made a funny sound and then
pulled your left foot
right out of the trash bin

I'm so paranoid and things are getting much worse
I feel like I'm about to throw up
and it makes me wonder if I shouldn't
have even cut you up

I can't come to terms
with the idea of loosing you
will my eyes be flushed
with the tint of red and blue?

and will they come for me
when all hell falls?
will they take me to that place
with the soft white walls?

but you were rude, mean and indecent
things I don't like in a man, and I shalt never beg
but you were MY man, to say the least
but now my dog shall feast
on a toe of your severed leg

and if time persists
I know being lonely won't be so fine
I'll just have to reach into my bag
and place your hand in mine!