A Parting Gift

The words are boiling over
Flowing out like molten lava
On the great canyon
That never was.

Two years.
You know what that means?

Two years of friendship wasted
Two years of experiences tasted
Together
Probably meant nothing to you.

You disgust me
(If it matters anymore.)

I watch the canyon crumble
Under the weight of my realisation
And wonder if such crassness
Will contaminate my poetry.

Well, it has.
An unstructured swollen mass:
Effluence of wated emothions.

Poetry gone bad.
Its my parting gift to you.