poetic license

Fuck You
Ok
Fuck you hard in every fuckable orifice
of your
perfect
beautiful
body

6 months in LA and
you became so
HOLLYWOOD
that you don't even recognize it
when you paraphrase
Jake Gyllenhaal in last year's
sappy Best Picture
"You wish you knew how to quit me…"

Well listen up
because I am quitting you
right now
No
you don't get 2 weeks
notice
and I'm not giving you a chance
to give me another pink slip.

I am packing up my desk and
cuting
this tether
so pull all you want
cuz I won't feel it
anymore

Fuck your 8pm drunk dials
and your poor excuse for chivalry…
bringing me tokens of your affection
that you just happened to have
in your pockets anyway
like a crumpled souvenir from the party
that made you two hours late
is supposed to make me feel special

Fuck your apologies
and your playing innocent in
love
and hard in
life
Fuck your
sweet talking
bed rocking
no feeling
deal sealing
heartless, thoughtless self

and fuck the notebook that you "left"
under my bed to "remember you by"

Fuck You
and I hope your listening
good
cuz that's the last
fuck
you're ever getting from me