With you the rain pours
like glass shattering
on hardwood floors.

With me that glass breaks
like an earthquake
and how it shakes.

Now isn't this a shame.
You had no promise.
You had no game.

Inside and out
my poetry now reflects you
like a thunderclap and a shout.

I listen to you drone
you go on and on
and honestly I'd rather be alone.

Six long years and two days.
I have finally come to realize
Having had you, nothing pays.

So now my story has come to close
on a plot twist broken by woes
one that shouldn't ever have arose.