If it were meant to be, it would have happened by now,
She resisted stumbling down; she refused to bow,
Yet she knew he was still able to string her on somehow!
Before this Christmas, she knew she had to give it up,
No more venom sips from this little devil’s cup,
The pain, the disappointments and the sneaking around must stop!
Her “funny valentine” could no longer make her smile,
He gave her tears as gifts and made her ill with bile,
His not so perfect traits were bond to get to her after a while!
Simple sweet words failed to woo her this time around,
Her faith and trust in their love have faltered to the ground,
She tried hearing him out but when he spoke there was no sound!
His messy uncut hair no longer looked charming in her eyes,
His sheer sense of humor could not balance against her sighs,
She could no more bare the thought of his numerous goodbyes!