I'm not scared of the painful boredom anymore.
I'm not worried that I'll lose this war you've declared.
I'm not the little girl I used to be, scrambling to find answers to your trivial questions.
I haven't forgotten your pathetic attempts at pulling together the pieces of my broken life
because once I was almost complete, you took a motherfucking sledgehammer to my soul.
I will never again accept your slow deconstruction of love.
I will never write poetry for you on a napkin again.
I will never try to make you feel like you are a part of my life.
I'm going to go for a walk; I'll clear my mind,
and never acknowledge you after these…last…words.