I thought it would be hard to let go of you,
but because it wasn't hard for you to let go of me
it's not.. even after all we had been through.

So many whimsical poems I wrote about you.
So many angry and depressing ones too.

It took a while for me to step back,
really look at the bigger picture.
You used me to better your talent and to gain stature.

My poetic muse turned out to be a liar.
That type of man I can't admire.

A man who will say whatever
he can to get what he what he wants..
Although aside from hurting me..I still don't know
what you stood to gain from it.. I don't?

The game you played so well that you won.
I let down my guard, gave you my heart ...
that you ruined.

Because of you..
I am even more fucked up than I was.
I will never again let someone get too close
and like hell will I ever fall in love.

So, maybe .. it did hurt even more for a while.
I deleted everything that had tied me to you
just so I didn't have to face the day
remembering how you could be so vile.

Did it help? Hell no.. but it felt good.
Being able to erase you from me
like I knew you could.

A whole year of you and I ...
Every single day..
Every single night..

and this..
This was how we said goodbye.