Jane, my dearest, I did love you so,
But I'm afraid that now, I must let you go.
If you're not willing to show respect and emotion,
You'll vanish, soley of my mind's contoction.
And you'd say, this hate was wrought by myself,
When really, YOU threw me, to rot on a shelf.
I attempted to help you, throughout your own misery.
But now you dislike me, shrowded in mystery.
I can't say that, I won't miss you now,
'cos you were so nice, my mind asks 'how?'
And as we pass by, we interlock eyesight,
Our minds simply connect, mingle and now fight!
And now as we talk, my mind void of might,
I feel so betrayed, for I know of your spite.
So now I must say, my mind wrapped in seams,
Can't we just please, wipe the slate clean?
