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 motherf***ing 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.