A Violent End To This One Poem by Gary Diamond

She seemed so certain this time
We set a date
Made love
And prayed for forgiveness

And then comes the blow
She doesn't love you
Anymore
And she doesn't want you
Around

It's like that.
Something turns in a person
And they destroy you with
Their hate
Love they had
Evaporates on the breeze
As dew on the grass blades.

It's different for me.
Or
At least
The speed is different.
It takes me longer to fall in love
It takes, as consequence
Longer for me to hate.

I don't hang on quickly
But I do hang on longer
So when she deals the blow
When the words come
Colder by text message or email
Taking all the occasion
Out of getting shoved.

I prefer the violent ends.
With pots and pans thrown
By me and
By her.
Screaming murder.
Screaming hate.
Laughing about each others foibles
A weird birthmark
Webbed toes
All that.