WAAAAAY Behind...

New goal: Get to 365 poems in one year. (Beginning of next March) It's just too hard to write one every day.

The Last Bit of Creativity I Waste on You
Today I finished it off
Pulled the trigger on what remained of you
Not that there was much at all
Even so, you've been completely erased
Deleted, exported, gone
I've burned the letters, the poems, the pictures
All your I love yous and lies
The promises you never kept anyway
All in a blaze of real life
You didn't mean a word and it's time to
Let go, move on, live my life
The strangest thing is...I don't care a bit...
It doesn't even hurt a bit
Turns out, your love isn't that great after all
Cheap, fake, lightly forgotten
I could do so much more than your
Plastic, dime store mockery

And I will
Oh I will