This is the last dark sonnet I shall write  Your lips aren't worthy of my pen's kisses I am sick of whining about our misses I reject your darkness for true light  Am I but Shakespeare's lover jaded?  He left words for me to give to you  But quite frankly, I'd rather you eat glue  Keeping your mouth of lies shut, you faded I turn my pen to a life more fruitful yielded This is the last dark sonnet I shall write Trust me, you don't want my words to fight  My heart will laugh at you as it's shielded I bid you adieu, old love, lost to the winded My mind stands strong and forever mended