Breakfast

Breakfast I remain civil for that is the cloth from which I was sired and cut Much regret is apparent and painful in your eyes but not for me to behold They say that revenge is a dish that is best served cold, still I wouldn’t know Just desserts are a lackluster way to describe your unrepentant folly Day in and day out realizing that the prince was yours to have But you have not nor do you seek the will or power to change your past I still at times alone eat the same breakfast we used to lovingly share Perhaps I could invite you to this five star repast but three is a crowd So you finally realize that you’re stuck with less than nothing And you have to take out the trash everyday.