(2017)

 After everything we've been through 

I don't regret a moment I dedicated to you. 

I've seen other lovers rage and stew 

Swallowing what they let fester, let brew

Long after they knew it had ended. 

I could stay longer until it became

A mutual self destruction with both to blame

But hate is a younger lovers game. 

I'm leaving while the leaving's clean

When my heart beats bruised but restrained

Pen and sword each cut both ways

I still have control of my pen — and my aim? well trained

I cut only what unites us— else we each retain. 

Heartbreak is inevitable,

But hate is a younger lover's game.