Their love affair was over

You said that we were through and then,
when i began to cry, you ask what you could do to comfort me.
I spoke of jumping from a building forty stories high.
I spoke of drowning into a stormy sea.
I sopke of bullets, pills, slashed wrists.
You took me by the hand and said;
"You'll learn to laugh and love again , so dont speak of death."
My dear you failed to understand.
It wasn't me, but you, I wanted dead.

I got this piece from a paper. I dont know who wrote this one but then again, I would just like to share this funny piece.