First off, you’re selfish
Second, you’re jealous
Third, you always make me feel like I’m worthless
Fourth, you always talk about your ex
Fifth, I’m just done with all this…
Sixth, my mom told me I’m beautiful, I don’t believe her anymore
Seventh, I try to say hello but you slam the door
Eighth, I don’t want to trust my friends anymore
Ninth, I’m just as lonely as I was before
Tenth
I don’t want to do this anymore
Guess I better
Start counting
By tens
The three syllables
Of "I'm sorry"
Are three syllables of wasted time
Empty emotions I'm supposed to cherish
They said love isn't as cheesy as it is in movies but
Cue the clichéd butterflies as my stomach
They read my name
out loud on a pedestal
slow steps to the podium
I bow
shake hands
receive a simple piece of paper
that can’t possibly hold
My last time
Walking down steps
Of a rickety, yellow home
Leaving shouts and laughter
Behind me
My last time
Walking down steps
Of a home I hated every afternoon
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