Plot Your Downfall

When I first started writing down these lines,
I wielded my pen like a sword,
I tore the paper several times,
As I thrust, slashed, and parried the words,
The ink flowed like blood on the page.
And frustration filled my thoughts!

I sobbed the tears of an angry heart,
I cried my wails at a howling wind,
The tempest storm of angry words
That cursed their way through my mind,
Revenge, the sweet revenge I craved...
Oh how I planned to repay you in kind!

With hatred bubbling to the boil,
I could feel the rage ferment inside,
I started plotting your downfall,
I laughed, I cackled, then I cried...
Then I felt the anger start to ebb away,
As my mind cleared in the storm's eye.

I thought of all the happy memories
We'd shared together, through the years,
And the vestige of a smile formed on my lips.
I smelled your perfume in the air,
It lingered there, all melancholy.
Sad reminisces blanked my stare.

For happy memories don't stay happy,
When the joy they bring has been snatched away,
They only herald the return of the storm,
From cold, tear-stained eyes of misery.
I could feel the anger flow again,
I've felt so confused since you left me.

So tell me then, what should I do?
Should I continue to plot your downfall?
Or should I cut my losses and carry on?
Or cut my wrists and end it all?
It's too hard to pretend I'll get over you,
When I know you'll never come back home!