the last she gets

[mattinator]

this is the last poem written for you,
cuz im sick of my
emotional constipation
caused by you.

i wanna be free
im sick of you and me
you drag me down
all those memories
i dont want.

i hope youre havin fun,
wherever the hell you ran off to
you left me nothin, a shred
so now youre nothin to me
a painful memory.