A Love Letter (Same Old Story) Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I'm throwing in the towel because I've had enough
And if you don't like it I'm afraid that that's tough,
I paid for your friendship (it was bought with a price!)
Though you keep on complaining I'm not being nice,
I suppose you must think it'd oh-so-funny
That you've broken my heart after taking my money,
It can hardly be claimed that I'm very rich
But it's certainly true that you're just a bitch! !
Call me a coward, a loser, a fool,
I find your behaviour incredibly cruel,
Do you imagine I've got an addiction
To all of this pain and my crucifixion?
A glimmer of love would have saved my life
But instead you just mocked me and twisted the knife.
After all of your scheming and all that you've said,
I have to admit that I wish you were dead! !