I’ve been dumped; chucked; broken up with; it hasn’t been me – it was them; jilted and I’ve had many a relationship terminated. I’ve also been the chucker/dumper and it’s always been better that way. Always got over it quickly when I was doing the jilting. That’s the thing, when you finish it you can move on quickly because your heart isn’t in it anymore. It’s tough being broken up with. One day you’re hand in hand exploring everything together and the next day they’re running for the hills. It’s confusing. A friend once said it was worse than a bereavement because the person is still alive but they just don’t want you anymore. I think that’s minimising death, but it’s an awful experience. Here’s someone who isn’t taking the breakup very well:
Why won’t you come, why won’t you speak?
You took the time to whisper nothings –
said I was unique.
Why won’t you come, why won’t you listen?
You took the time to hear my moaning
and watch me glisten.
Why won’t you come, what have I done?
You took the time to give me your love
but now you have none.
Why won’t you come, why d’you ignore?
You’re giving your time to someone else
but she’s just a whore.
Would you speak if I captured you?
If you were starving and frightened
and nobody knew?
Would you see me when filled with dread
as I took a heavy bludgeon
and hammered your head?