sixty-eight

dear sir:

i don't love you anymore
in fact, i hate you.
i'm leaving,
i'm leaving forever
and that means i'm not coming back
never ever ever

you've given me nothing
and you don't care about my growth
only your own
there isn't anything about you that i like
staying with you would be like
staying in prison after my sentence is up
and my sentence will be up
so soon, so soon
and then it will be over.

and i don't think you'll even notice.

but i'll be free of you forever
you and your stupid traffic jams
and disgusting heat
and despair!
oh, woe woe woe is me
in this abusive relationship

atlanta!
it's over between us
and no,
we will not be friends.