The Black Dahlia Murder

I'll tell you in one sentence.
The truth should not have broken you.
You know I'd never turn away,
not in your darkest hour.
I won't reiterate the immense failure on your part.
To let it die this way displays the weakness of your bonds.
Numb I crawl, losing you. Over something so frivolous, so petty.
But this pettiness is all you know.
You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride.
A broken heart? You broke your fucking own.
I remain. I never would have left your side.
And now my name will be another excuse for you to grovel in the ill will
called your life.
I'll miss the friendship that we once shared.
As you ignite all that which made us strong.
The fires of envy blaze undying as this devotion is destroyed.
I watch our dreams reduce to ash throat stifled by the fumes.
The stench of brittle feelings burning wets my tender eyes with tear.
Our memories are the funeral pyre and your words are gasoline.