Our Relationship

We must part
I abused your lust
You abuse my aid
Our bond is now dead

Nothing to grow
No likelihood of hope
All we once held dear
Corroded to rust

Taking to you is a chore
This Is no life of mine
Sit in tedious silence
As we eat and drink

The sad truth is
We talk and laugh
But for the price
Of too much wine

Sick of each other
You are cold
Sick of ourselves
I am sick of life itself

I must leave you
If we want to smile again
Obey all your tasks
Like working nine till five

I’ve had enough
Want to leave the hive
You’re not my Queen bee
I’ve a world under my feet