A Finality of Thievery

I can offer you nothing but honesty and integrity and love in my words.

I can give you nothing but myself, and will that ever be good enough?

As I watch you rob my soul blind of desire and passion and the will to live-

I wonder if this relationship is working or simply another reason to die.

For in death, there is a finality.

An answer.

And a final means of cutting off the life's blood of your thieving heart.

Goodbye.