Just to let you know, I don't love you.
I never did.
Even though I said it, and demonstrated it.
I can lie.
Now you call me ***** when my back is turned.
Go for it.
I deserve it, but so do you.
You *****.
Honestly, you thought I would love you, and mean it?
I used you.
You're one of the biggest mistakes I could make.
Oh well.
At least you're gone now, I'm happy to report.
One more thing,
This poem isn't for you, or about you.
Don't flatter yourself.