The Breakup Poem by Jamarra Butterfield

Three years
Six months
Five weeks
2 days
And If I could remember
I would have estimated the hours, minutes and seconds
But this was a force to be reckoned
As I glanced at my reflection in depression
The mid day and late night sessions
Remembering all of your confessions
Sobbing because it wasn't what I expected
But if only you had given me some kind of direction
Lay out for me a bit of affection
Instead of your ghad damn erections
And I played the part with perfection
And with all of these exceptions
My mourning for something more wasn't effective
Or maybe I gave off the wrong impression?
I guess you just didn't stop to count all of your blessing
So instead of me weeping and stressing
And sink deeper for you to attest it
I must leave and I think its best bet
That you never bother or text
Me….
Because you've grown cold and so has my soul
I don't mean to be so bold
But the sex was also getting old
And with the secrets that have unfold
This here "love thing" has grown mold
I'm walking away from this that's no longer whole
So the single man you play, can finally fit its role