Melancholy, My Dear

I don't think about you anymore.

Now you're just my old whore,

One I truly used to adore.

But I don't think about you anymore.

I used to wait days for you to come through the door,

Waiting for you to meet me on the floor.

I yearned for you deep in my core.

For your darkness to spread in me from a heavy pour.

For you to turn off my phone so the world, I ignore.

The longer you were gone, I just wanted you more.

Melancholy, my Dear, I don't love you anymore,

And I don't think about you anymore.

My Dear, this is goodbye once more.