You should have loved him. 

There was no purer heart. 

But your heart was not pure, 

And you chose to strike him down with a bolt of ice, 

Followed by the flames of vindictiveness. 

There will be no more gifts that mean anything, 

Only those with a price tag to give them worth, 

Imbued only with shallow motive and banality. 

You left him worthless. 

But what worth did you leave yourself?