This is it.
I'm gonna write you one more damn poem.
I'll add it to the list of all the things I did for you.
All the things you didn't deserve.
But this isn't a real poem, no.
This is just a big fuck you.
Fuck you for lying to me.
Fuck you for using me.
Fuck you for making me fall in love with you.
Fuck you for breaking me.
Fuck you for telling people that I fucked you
Because we both know
I would have given that to anyone else
Before I'd give that to you.
Most of all, fuck you for making me feel like I actually mattered for once in my damn life and then leaving me like I was nothing to you.
I feel sorry for you.
But not sorry enough to feel less angry at you.
I'm not ready to let go of that anger just yet.
So to the boy with adventure in his eyes,
To the boy who really was bad
In all the worst ways,
To the boy I wasted so much time with,
And the boy I wish I'd never noticed,
To 63:
Fuck.
You.
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Compilations of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
PoetryA book of short stories, songs, poems, and thoughts of mine