Love?

Love is just a memory,
That I used to live for well,
But after my wife stopped caring,
You can all just go back to hell.

I dont see the fascination,
Of been chained to the ground by a ring,
The whole idea makes me vomit,
To go back there is not my thing.

Whilst others need someone to be,
To justify that they have a mate,
But to be truly free is unheard-of,
You can have your love thats just great.

I dont care how happy you are,
I dont need to hear all that crap,
Just go on your way and let me be,
I am not falling again into that trap.