Unfit love
Cut the cord of this unfit love
and tie off its supply of blood,
nothings left except pain and hurt
and the tears that to often flood.
Torn by words that can't be taken back
each little syllable spoken,
made to choke out loves intent
this marriage is hells token.
I did my best to makes things right
forgave until it hurt,
still it seems I could not do enough
to please this fuckin jerk.
Forgive me of my distain, for I speak
with a wicked force,
but I have suffered long enough
it is now time for a divorce.
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