Fuck you.
I know
you don’t
love me,
even though
you say
you do,
you don’t need
whatever it is I have to offer
and what I have to offer is useless to me.
What I have is useless.
What I have is free.
What I have is garbage,
to you apparently.

So throw it
in the trash.
I don’t give a shit.
Why do you even ask
how I’m doing when
you don’t want to know?
You don’t want to see.
You don’t want me
to make things right.
You just
don’t want me…

So fuck you
I know
You like
when I go
away from you
It’s all you need
To be alone makes you happy.
But that’s not how it works for me.

That’s not how it works.
It’s just how we hurt.
Maybe you will figure it out.
Maybe it will be too late by then.
We will see how long it takes.
Before you know it we’ll all be dead.
If I could, I would say,
“I told you so…
So why did you have to throw me away?”