The Kindest Farewell

A desire to spill– won’t waste my breath.
I’ll tell you only the words you need
to know; maybe share a memory with you–

such as the time you tossed
all my memories away–trash
you say. How about that fake
proposal, letting me cry;

HAHA just a joke.

You’re not funny.

You’re not smart,

Or even the slightest bit classy.

Better than me–HA,
you can make me laugh.

You must know, I’d be friends
with Satan before you, you
pitiful excuse for a man.

You remind me of the scarce
moments when the sun split
giving a small ray of hope–
when we danced beneath the moon,
fireworks burst above, you kissed
me gently and looked in my eyes;

only a single blissful moment
amidst the infinite horrid ones.

A true memory,
I’ll give you one; your hands
wrapped like a rope around my throat–
me gasping, pleading, eyes near back
of my head and you finally release.

Then cry like a fucking baby, you
didn’t mean to do this to me.
Oh, I know, you love me–
no worries, dear,
I didn’t feel the pain or fear
every time I felt a loss of air.

No, these things don’t haunt
me every night. I haven’t
been affected by your actions
or the things you claimed of me,
or how you took my sanity.

You say you realized what you,
pitiful you, did to me, and you,
of course you’ve changed.
Love the Way You Lie
yeah, I’ll listen to it, remind
me of you, us, it’s true.

But here’s my song for you,
25 to life– I’ll read you my
version, and say my kindest goodbye;

Fuck you, I’m leaving you,
my life sentence is served, bitch.