I do not care

At last your message came: "I do not care."
Not, "I don't love you" – that at least I'd bear!
Indifference – is that your attitude?
How insulting, how downright bloody rude!
Who the hell are you to say that to me?
What am I – chopped liver? A tip from me:
You've picked the wrong girl Miss; my love's forsworn,
I'll cut each loving thought down as it's born;
I swear, by Hell beneath and Heaven above,
I disown for good my pure heart of love.
I swear, by Heaven above and Hell below,
Another fire – hate – inside me will glow!
Where once I looked on you with loving eyes,
I now will learn completely to despise!
Where once I wore love's fluffy pink clothing
I now wear the scarlet shades of loathing!
I swear by Hecate, by Kali's name,
With whispers foul I will fan up this flame!
Come Harpies, and come Furies one and all,
Come stoke my fire – come at my wrathful call!
Come witches, come Voodoo Queens, my sisters –
See how my fell incandescence blisters!
Come and, naked, dance! – my cauldron bubbles –
Visit my erstwhile love with such troubles
As in storms the thunderbolts afright mares;
Plague her with a thousand thousand nightmares!
Shrink her breasts, damn and cross her lovely eyes,
Puff up with cellulite her lovely thighs!
Come my fairy sister the fell Banshee –
Wail outside her window at half-past-three!
Infest her, sisters all, with garlic breath!
Drive her demented! Scare her half to death!

"I do not care"? Stone me – that's bloody rich!
You'll rue the day you spurned me – I'm Miss Bitch!
"I do not care," you say? Hah! THAT to you!
You'll bloody care all right before I'm through!

(PS. Darling, if you happen to change your mind, though, please get in touch. Byeeee. Kisses. Marie)