‘Break up’, you say you want to ‘break up’. I would fall apart, fall to pieces, become a fragment in your story. Do not fracture my heart, shatter my illusions or splinter my soul.
You say you want to break up.
Perhaps we could explode, blow up or blow ourselves apart; better than letting it crumble, deteriorate, decay, decompose at a slow, slow pace.
I don’t want to rot in your memory, perish the thought, or collapse into an emotional wreck.
You were such a wonderful degenerate in bed; I think we should teeter toward an informal bust up, rather then be smashed to smithereens.
I say I want to break up.