Rotten

You are rotten.
The air that you breathe,
memories you’ve forgotten,
the words that you believe.

We had this thing going on
but when it had to end
you kept me for too long.
Now we don’t have to pretend.

You told me I was to blame,
but that was just an excuse
to change the rules of the game,
so that we both would lose.

You are rotten.
The promises you’ve made.
All was misbegotten.
Love has turned to hate.