Breaking Up – a 50-word … thing

Dear You,

I’m sorry we broke up. The sad fact is, you are who you must be and I am who I have to be, and it seems there is no compromise. A serial killer and a saint are just not suited for marriage. I should have known.




it isn’t just this and it isn’t you
you with your fair hair and your
sweet candy smile
and your way of moving oh so slowly
when i want you to hurry up

no, it’s me too
because i can’t stand that you’re
too perfect
too simply kind
to want someone like me

i’m base and horrid sometimes
you know?
or perhaps you’re innocent
where my faults lie
you’re not quick enough to see

so you’ll not really understand
why i’m leaving you and going
to places you can’t go nor would you want to
tread upon the type of dirt that
stirs up my brand of dusty irritant

i’ll miss you though but not as much
as you’ll surely miss me because
light is drawn to darkness more than
the other way around