Nit and Picked Too Long

My love for you is gone.
You nit and picked too long.
Your criticisms wrong.
I did not feel belonged.

My love for you is gone!
You nit and picked too long.
Your criticisms wrong.
I did not feel belonged.

Absent was a benefit.
Every time you threw a fit.
And your tongue was acid lit.
Driving me to split,
And seek calm.

You nit and picked too long.
Your criticisms wrong.
I did not feel belonged.
Driving me to split,
And seek calm.

I'm done with it and gone.
You nit and picked too long.
You nit and picked too long
I'm done with you and it,
And now I'm gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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