Don'T You Love The Old Westerns Where To Cowboy Slits The Indian's Throat? Poem by Lucas Pate

There is no sense of nirvana in your life.
No sense of peace.
No sense of happiness.
But quite,
Quite the opposite.
A sense of pain.
A sense of misery.
All inflicted by yours truly, me.
You're growing lifeless,
As a result of me,
Leaving you unconscious.
My jealousy.
My protectiveness.
Is cutting off your air supply.
A walking zombie,
Because of me.
The side of me,
That most don't see.
My anger,
Has astonished you and left you in fear.
I ruined moments,
With selfless thoughts.
How can you stand me?
When our eyes first met,
I could tell that you where the one i wanted to make happy.
The one i wanted to cherish forever.
I let you down.
Ever since you said yes,
I've caused nothing but trouble.
All these things i regret,
Cannot be taken back.
Chose one of two options.
1. Cut deeper than you ever had before.
2. Say goodbye and ride into the sunset like the true cowgirl you are.
God i hope you choose option two.
The last words you'll say to me,
Yippie Ki Yay mf.