I guess when we parted,
I was supposed to feel some grief.
I guess when we parted,
I wasn't supposed to be filled with relief.
But it just so happens,
when you packed up and left,
I sat in my bedroom,
and felt everything BUT bereft.
I got up and stood before the world,
a smile on my face.
I screamed "Good riddance!"
and you were gone without a trace.
I burned all our pictures,
smashed your necklace beneath my shoe.
I ripped the poster off the wall,
and burnt the love poems too.
Everything was gone,
and not a single tear was shed.
I just smiled at the flames,
my life was now free of dread.
I guess when we parted,
I was supposed to be sad.
But instead when we parted,
I was actually quite glad.
A/N: Found this old poem, and boy do I love it. So reading this in poetry tomorrow.
P.R.
