I Don't Want Anymore

Lost love's lament - or - A polite 'Dear John' letter.

I Don’t Want Anymore

by S.E. Wallace


One summer, when I was alone in my heart
Your face filled my dreams
But we soon fell apart
Even though I still love you
Pain can’t be ignored
No, thank you, please
I don’t want anymore

At your banquet of lies,
Where I dined on deceit,
You filled me with hunger
And coaxed me to eat
But you dished up despair
And tears by the score
No, thank you, please
I don’t want anymore

I crave you and hate you
Desire, and die
It seems you take pleasure
Each time that I cry
My tears fall like rain
When you walk out the door
No, thank you, please
I don’t want anymore

Now, your kitchen is dark
And the hot plate’s grown cold
I’d hoped we’d grow closer
Instead, I’ve grown old
When I mark the time wasted
I’m cut to the core
No, thank you, please
I don’t want anymore

No seconds on sorrow
Not a dollop more pain
Take my plate to the sink
Scrape it all down the drain
There’s a world full of tables
Just outside that door
Au revoir, cherished friend
I don’t want anymore