Why don’t you love me?
Like you used to do.
You just use me.
I thought your love free.
Then I begin to see.
Abuse. Is your cup of tea.
My head on a tee.
I had to flee.
Thee.
I tell you for,
Free.
You are
Debris.
I hereby,
Decree. And,
Now I’m,
Free.
To love another,
Realty! RGH/HWS
