by Justice

You stole all the romance from my soul, and left nothing but a scar. You take without remorse not willing to give a drop of compassion. You systematically robbed me of all positive thoughts and feelings, leaving my heart to wither into dust. You say it was me, all me, who made you do these things, never once glancing into the mirror of truth. If I was so bad throughout our years together, why would you treat me worse than what you say was unbearable for you? Yes... you are a thief, taking my life from me slowly, not capable of forgiveness, yet... I... can still love you!


Justice, author of Irony, is an exasperated husband who, after 20 years, wishes his wife was still in love with him.