I don’t think I love you anymore

I think I’ve moved past it

Actually I know

I read through some of our messages

The good ones

And I didn’t feel that longing

The longing to go back

So then I read some of the bad ones

And I didn’t feel that ache to yell

To finally say something even if it was to late

So that must mean I’m over you

I hope it does at least

And old photo of you came up on my phone

I can’t believe I used to find you attractive

Your face smushed against a pillow with a blanket over your body

It used to make me smile

Now I just see a guy who abused me

A guy who definitely is not as hot as me

God I feel so much better about myself now

I run every morning

My skin cleared

I don’t cry everyday

I don’t have a boy who tears me to peices

“I want to sexually assault you”

Go ahead bitch I’ll send u to fucking jail

Anyway I try not to think about that part

I don’t dwell on how he touched me because I don’t know what it even meant

I don’t want to call it assault so therefore it’s not

And god I know this is the last poem I’m going to write to you

Goodbye

I know I won’t miss you