Der breakup

It was murder she wrote with several plot twists
a means to escape out of marital bliss

The years had taken their toll
the unending days had masked their rage
beneath the thin surface they festered
and out in the open they blazed

the hands that held during tender walks
now had curled up into mighty fists
with impunity they smashed into surfaces
even searching for any they missed

Terms of endearment weren't hurled
instead becoming words of abuse
Each one sifted for meaning
to anger, to sadden, to confuse!

On opposites sides once they stood
and promised to beholden forever
on opposite sides they now sit
all ties with each other severed!

The End

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