Subtle Poem by Ghost Legend

Subtle changes in your profile,
As if you're vying to push buttons
In my world, seeking to defile
Who we were, are now, files deleted,
Right-clicked, emptied;
You're still RPG-ing, at war
With the heathens,
But I bet you didn't count on my seeing
His account closely;
He's nearly three times your age,
Sup wit' your circumstances?
Three times bustin' the cradle,
Gingerbread treats;

How sweet the sugar must pour
From his White beard,
Your very own Santa Claus.
How sweet you seemed to be long before
I observed
How you get yours—
Girl, get yours.(x2)

Do you think I care now
What you choose, whom you do?
You must be well aware how
You murdered my innocent love.
What would it do to spare guilt—
Obviously still the same person
Searching for a new gift,
Each passing year. (x4)