Goodbye love: Letter from the Watchman to the Tap Dancer!

I never knew someone could make me so 'wet', before I met you. And so in love, was I, with you, running wild, 'dripping' as you came that night, and you, so impressed by my impeccable 'timing', by how I always got there exactly when you needed me.

I would just need to hold onto you, swinging, rotating, and I swear it would rain..the splish-splosh like music to my ears. And how you loved my 'hands', though one was shorter by birth. Whenever I saw you, my heart 'ticked' so fast, I could as well be on a roller-coaster.

You were the free spirit, the turbulent 'flow', while I was the rock, the one with a serious obsession with 'puntuality'. And I knew I hurt you often, and I saw you that night, when you, oblivious to my presence, softly wept, your tears 'pooling' in the clogged basin, for I always took the upper'hand', and chose other wrists to cling onto.

You promised me that you would 'wash' away my pain, but you were unforgiving. Just one day, I was running 'late', I was tired, slow from my sickness, from falling down. I was hurt and 'scratched' and I needed you. But you were mad, impatient as I tiptoed through the 'flood', and just as I was about to explain, you came down on me, hard, crushing me under your 'force'. I was choking, gasping for breath, and by the time you had exhausted your last 'drop' on me, I was lying there, numb, overwhelmed.

That was the last that I saw of you, as I chose 'drier' pastures for love, where I could 'dial' people more like me, who understood me. I am now a part of a new 'band', I'm as good as new with the docs doing good work to rid me off my scars. You can no longer 'watch' me like you did or 'turn' me around with you, nor would I care to 'tap' you and ask you 'How you 'flowing'?' We are so done.

If I knew that you were the 'leaky' kind, with your 'screws' not in the right place, I would never have cared to waste my 'time' for you. Maybe my 'alarms' should have gone off earlier. I thought I could see through you, beyond the 'rusted' grudge look you wear so proudly, though me, the polished propah one, but I was wrong. So here's my goodbye letter to you, as I've got better 'times'ahead of me, while you keep sticking your nose out of that shady little 'bathroom' that you've got, and if you can, go fix an appointment with the 'plumber' for all I care!