I'm sorry 4 whatever I said, whatever I didn't say...
I'm sorry 4 whatever I did, whatever I didn't do....
I'm sorry 4 wherever I went wrong, however it made you feel...

Definitely the indifferently deferential that determined a detoured approach...
Is there a date in specific that defined me as detrimental or devalued?
Ultimately prompting your departing from my life...
I mean this distance is devastating...

There's no demeaning words to say...
Although I'm doubtful on you dedicating another day, my dearest why couldn't you stay?
Essentially, your abrupt disappearance is deficating on us..

What? You didn't desire my design of devotion...
My de-escalating dividend may have defeated the delusional daydreams of what I just knew was developed from devouring every detail about you...
It couldn't be my mental health that attributed to your disassociative departure, your decision was made of sound mind.

Dehydrated while deconstructing my heart and mind, detoxifying myself from dealing with you...
The deliciousiousness of you, before diving into me, delivering downpours as you deepened deflowering me as i dared you to dismount...
My, my, my how your deviant definition of the horizontal dance resignates a decipline within, I cannot accept you departing or denoting my position.

Defiancy is prevalent now that our relationship deflated, you completely put our status as deleted...
My discouraging words of insecurities, combinded with demands to donate any of you, any time of day...
My hopes depleting to even get a dose of you by dawn or dusk...
My discernment didn't mean give up... Damn, just disappointment of being dissed at it's best...
Debating if you could've already delegated another, divulging your daily digital decoded thoughts and words.. Detaining who is surely, diluted versions of me...
The dynasty of a dynamic woman, if you refer to her as Queen...

Deflection of my depression, since I didn't deserve a decent disclosure of our no longer dating,
I never existed, without hesitation I'm so easily deleted...
My diary enteries holding myself.a defeated defendent...
Replaying if any of my dazed discussions of my disclosed damages and flaws seen since day 1.
Fractured dignity dinged me not worthy of a dowry?
Now a decent amount of dawns and dusks have passed without dedications from you via a text or missed call...

Im dizzy from the dismay, you dismantled our relationship without a dare to repair it...
Did I do something to displease you?
The deepest love I've ever experienced, independently both fighting demons, sticks of dynamite for self demolition within..
Recently, finding myself in a disposition, detailing my darkest moment for display of my accountability...
Admitting those dumbass lies were my downfall... no diversion of the distaste left dwindling ..
U left me dangling on my own regrets and trying to deal with detoxifying from an addiction to you..
How I wish it was much easier to dislike you...

In a dismay, a mental dissolution of decay...
I'm doubtful that a dissertation on how much or why I love you would be validation to dispute your distal diversion, for whatever reason, the disembodedment has taken its course...
Disenfranchisemen. unequivocally despairing debt that accounts for you disappearing...
Dismantling what was potentially a good investment, a decent wager on a developing gamble of the hearts...
Devine destiny on which you disclaim is now dead...
Arguably, the devil distributes discouraging dismay, discounting our dialog that could result diplomatic discernment or compromise..

Don't, do this display of disapproval...
Don't, deny me...
Don't, don't love me...
Don't, doubt my love for you Daddy,
I love you... especially on days your delinquent
© Nichole Spikes