Renege

My dear, my love for you is getting weaker.
Like connecting to a distant bluetooth speaker.  
No receiver.  
  
Sorry for the analogy, but to me our bond is like yesterday’s technology.    
So my apologies...  
   
Nah whatever, feeling sorry never helped nor fed her.    
The last few years are lined up for the shredder. The sooner the better...  
   
Like pulling a band-aid. You told me I was the one for you whilst getting other men laid. So much for men hate...  
   
I chose to believe you. No matter what, we’d be see-through.  
No secrets, no need to.  
   
Right?  
   
Years of blood, sweat and tears turned into mud, shit and fears.  
Fears that came to life. Fears confirming i’ll never marry you to be my wife.  
   
I guess i’m somewhat lucky I found out now instead of later. I hope i end up forgiving, but right now i hate her...  
   
I doubt our paths will cross again.  
When they do I promise I’ll make amends.  
Alas, all things must come to an end.    
Farewell and good luck my old friend.