Urgh! I torture my senses,
For it is your account that I adore,
I play you so easily, oh so easily,
Your looks, oh dear, such a bore.

Mu ha ha ha hah!
I observe what i desire,
Oh certainly not you,
please do not remove your attire.

Short as this poem may be,
Oh I hope you get the point,
I can’t take you’re annoying ignorance,
And soon I shall remove my neck joint.

If it is the fastest way I shall die,
So dear god please let it be,
For you are hell enough,
To set off flames inside of me.

I regret how I have betrayed you,
And realise you deserve much better,
So I warn you now, “stop loving me”
As I send you this poem in my goodbye letter.