This is my letter,
That I'm writing to you.
I'm writing it because even though you cross my mind occasionally
I can push you out now.
You no longer control me. You aren't who I am anymore. I'm breaking away from your chains.
I loved you.
But now,
You're a faded memory,
A comparison to the smoke that trailed up from the end of my cigarette in my left hand,
As I held her hand with my right,
And no,
I didn't wish it was yours instead.
I loved you.
But I'm moving on.
And I don't need you anymore. I deserved better.
And now I have it.
I have it in her smile,
The way she smells,
And her brown eyes that I don't compare to yours.
I have it at one am,
When five weeks ago I was awake crying, wondering why you did this to me,
And now,
She's holding onto me tightly and we can't stop laughing,
Despite the fact that she was tired,
She stayed up just to talk to me.
I still kind of miss you...
as a friend.
Sometimes when I type the first letter of your name,
My phone suggests it,
But I don't need you.
Your just plain fucking poison.
In all honesty,
it still hurts occasionally.
though...
I don't love you anymore.