A volcano of anger erupts from deep within me.

Every hint of love I feel for you quickly turns sour.

Is there anything worth fighting for?

Should we hold on just a bit longer?

I guess this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

There’s no use crying over spilled milk. 

So man up, and let’s call a spade a spade.

At least we’ll live to fight again someday.

Editor: Erynn Crittenden