you’re a pocket full of infection
leaking puss all over your every
relationship; worse than burning
bridges; blowing them up like
the river kwai. you overestimate
like you’re the spiciest pad thai
(three pepper rating).
stop trying to contact me,
you’re no good for me,
you can’t handle me,
remember, it’s me.
you’re the Groupon of girlfriends;
half-off, but completely lacking
the service; still expecting a full tip.
it’s time to accept your worth:
a valueless piece of paper
with a bunch of fine print, which states:
you’re a worthless piece of shit.