Break-Up

Break-Up

Do I sound twisted to you?
Morbidly fascinating,
Depressing?
Well, I almost had you.
But that’s not enough,
so I’m hooked on Advil now
to get me through the day
without this splintering headache,
aching heartache.
But all the memories, I wouldn’t trade ‘em for anything.
And today I wrote you a song,
but it wasn’t good enough,
just like me,
so I crossed it all out and tore it to pieces.
And maybe later I’ll regret it,
but for now I’ll just forget it,
like how I’m forgetting you,
with a glass of water and a couple of pills.
I’m not crazy,
you’re not even close to what I need now.
I packed all your memories and shit
and stuffed them into an old shoebox
that I burnt yesterday in my front lawn.
Our story’s over and done,
I’m hanging up my masquerade,
I’m cutting up those pieces of me
that still say I’m in love with you.
I squashed my feelings under the heel
of the Converse shoes you said you hated.
I tore that love poem you wrote me
into a million pieces and flushed it down the toilet,
and was elated for a few seconds.
I turned on that CD you made,
full of our favorite songs,
and danced around while I ripped up all our photographs,
every last one.
I broke that figurine you thought was so perfect for me.
I cut my finger on the broken glass,
and used the blood to sign this note.
I won’t throw out that CD you bought me,
the one I wanted so badly that you
drove 50 miles just to get it autographed,
but that’s only because I like the music.
And don’t come looking for the ladder by my window cuz it’s long gone.
If you want your jacket back well too bad,
tt’s nothing but shreds now,
a nice bed for the dog to sleep in.
Don’t come crawling back to me,
promising love and security.
I threw your ring in the lake and watched it sink,
before I smashes that dumb stuffed animal
you gave me last Valentine’s Day,
with my dad’s hammer.
Any more concerns?