This is for you, my dearest.

Im tired of these two bit
excuses, of these ropes
and their nooses, of
the crying and whining
and how she chooses.

I grow weary of the puppy
eye question, and how you
beckon me with words,
how you look to reckon
i should've left that second

Im sore from digging this
hole, i dug it deep to
keep your soul, which is
black as coal. least to say
this is you paying life's toll.