I can't think of better revenge
than showing how much better off I am
without you.
I can't wait to see your face
when you see I've got someone new
who actually gives a shit about me.
I can't wait to smile at you
every time I see you
just so you're reminded that I'm happy
without having anything to do with you.
We haven't talked in months
and I'm fine with that.
It saves me the pain and the anger
and it saves you from my nasty words.
Not that I care-
it would just be a shame to have another reason
to call me a bitch, wouldn't it?
Any day now,
I expect you to approach me,
seething with anger,
asking why I would tell the whole world what an asshole you are.
And my answer is already planned out.
I will smile politely,
and I will say,
"If you didn't want the whole world to know about your bullshit,
you shouldn't have done it in the first place."
You're right about one thing:
I am a bitch.
But why on earth is that a bad thing?
If I'm a bitch because I'm assertive
and I don't put up with your shit,
then I'm proud to be a total fucking bitch.
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Thoughts and Things
ŞiirA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...