HER BREAKING UP

An evil long grin is marked on her face.
Only pulling on strings to feelings
I have had for her from the beginning.
She continues to pull my strings harder
And harder until they finally tear.

Now the string is torn, I have no fear,
No loss for the time I wasted to ponder,
Over the once many wasted feelings
I had towards her from early beginnings.
I no longer justify a case in which I had no dominating guilt.

Creeping on her knees, pondering her fate,
Upon whether I will accept her bait
To return to play her game once again.
I don't think I'll be with her again,
No matter what she does or promises.

For I learn from my experiences.
Although it may take some time to heal
Wounds opened with minuscule grains of salt.
My loneliness leaves no empty feelings for
Her to occupy any new vacated spaces.

As she slowly comes and approaches towards
My body's coldness, now aware of the pain of her life,
I withdraw all my feelings and move onwards.
In the years to come, a life of my own,
In which I make the decisions all alone.