You’re the last chapter
In my tattered Book of Love.
It’s time to shelve it.
dog-eared pages torn
clichés fade to sepia
like yesterday’s dreams
and you flicked what’s left
of my broken heart off my
sleeve into the dirt.
Thought I’d saved the best
for last; you proved me wrong for
the last time. Again.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is