No title will do...

I'm all done.
I don't love you like that anymore.
You left me. Brutally.
You made me hysterical on the fucking freeway today.
I had to pull over because my iPod shuffled you back in to my brain.
Fuck that.
You made me almost mess up the new, potentially good thing because you demanded, in my head, that I be loved & paid attention to RIGHT THEN.
Because you left me, no one else could want me.
To prove to you that someone else does want me...he does...he does..., I lost my mind. That helped.
Fuck that again.
I'm not having it.
You can take your happy life,
Your condescendention about mine,
Your bullshitery...and fuck off.
If there were stronger words, I'd use them.
If there was a way to slap you, I would.
If there was enough tissue in the world, I'd never stop crying.
But there aren't stronger words,
And there isn't a way to slap you,
And I will stop crying.
So fuck off.
And take your life with you.
I'm going back to bed.