Why Don’t You Love me

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

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