Book of Poetry

Dear Ex

Yes, I even wrote you a poem,
Though you decided I don't exist.
That's what I have to assume
When all I get from you is a diss.

Actually, it's worse than that.
It's like you don't even see me.
And I get it, I really do,
But you could at least say sorry.

The other day you hit me.
Pretty hard, I'll say.
But you didn't even acknowledge it,
Didn't even look my way.

I get that you feel awkward,
And you don't want to talk to me,
But please get over yourself.
It's not that hard to say sorry.