Departure Lounge

You asked a rhetorical question
The leaving implied in the mark
Of whether to slink away noontime
Or wait for the innocent dark.

Your metaphor undercut query
And put me right off my rebuff
Why didn't you hold my hand lightly
And simply say you'd had enough?

Your simile made me right queasy
The bile of 'two peas in a pod'
If growing apart was so easy
What gave you the right to play God?

You wouldn't have been as self-serving,
Or spewed forth such a sudden outburst
If you'd realised that you only dumped me
Cuz I couldn't get to you first!