Gone

I stand with an arrow between my eyes

because you missed the apple on my head. 

I’m beginning to think it wasn’t an accident

since it seems like a misery kill. 

How fast you moved on and exchanged

those precious vows with a look-a-like me

is somewhat unnerving to say the least. 

I’m not even that mad. 

It’s almost applaudable how fast you 

dispatched me with relentless resolve. 

kudos to you my one and only. 

Please note, I know have a drinking problem

now and my liver is rotten and unholy and it’s 

too late to stop imbibing for

The rest of my organ have gotten used to

the poison and they will simply shut down now. 

I’m told to find a detoxification facility,

but the thought of it just seems so silly. 

One more bottle to me and it is my last,

because tomorrow I’ll be dying alone.