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Dear John

I hold a tear stained letter
Now crumpled in my hand
Filled with the most disturbing words
I struggle to understand

You say that you still love me
But for another you so yearn
To me it’s like you set my heart ablaze
And now you watch it burn

I never saw it coming
I was blinded by my love
I guess I was too engrossed
Thought my feelings were enough

They call these letters Dear Johns
But my real name is Kirk
I’m not sure if I should remain calm
Or simply go berserk!

The tear stained letter in my hand
Just fluttered down to the floor
I can’t seem to grasp the concept here
That you don’t want me anymore