There’s this one moment when nothing seems to make sense,

When a cherished relationship becomes past tense.

I always loved her and I thought she loved me too,

But she just announced: “I was wrong to be with you!”

What’s a black man without the presence of pigment?

That’s basically what I am without her penchant.

Without her,

Life’s like Mc Donald’s without the dollar menu,

A bamboo table with 4 strong legs, but no screw,

It’s the ocean without the excitements of waves,

A beach with the absence of the beautiful sand,

And there’s the lifesaver, but a life he can’t save

A hard math question that I can not understand,

It’s like Michael Angelo, the angel, but no wings,

Dracula, the most reknown vampire, nut no fangs.

The more that I love her, the more it seems to hurt,

But without her, I’m a flower in the desert,

I seem to be diving deeper in hell’s fire,

It burns, but it is worth her love and the pleasure.

I never had the time to enjoy her daisies,

Now I spend my days erasing the memories

That she had forgotten by catching amnesia.

Can’t she tell I need her love? I got anemia!

Without her, all I am left with is bones and skin.

She stole my small heart, I should have secured the PIN!

“Give it up man, she moved on!” says the know-it-all.

I enjoyed the summer, now I must face the fall.

I’m so wishing that my life had no beginning,

Then this relationship wouldn’t need an ending.