Dear The One,
I wish to end our correspondence,
Ive grown dreadfully despondent,
And simply ceased to need you in my life.
I will assume, by first incision,
This is a mutual decision,
How silly of me to think you would ever be my wife.
Though my soul was once unsinkable,
And sins were once unthinkable,
Now I fear to think my soul is rotten.
My will was once unshakeable,
My heart was once unbreakable,
But easily I break, my will forgotten.
Since you value virtue priceless,
And my past is less than viceless,
It is a virtue that my past cannot be saved.
The beast was once untameable,
The whore was once unshameable,
But you went and tamed the whore to be your slave.
If my early indiscretions,
Were believed not in cessation,
Then the issue of your trust has left me shy.
We have come from first impressions,
All the way to last confessions,
I love you, but wish otherwise, so this is my goodbye.
Yours faithfully, as always,