I just replaced you, easily, with an email and a phone call, again.
Another role you used to play, reassigned effortlessly.

Remember six months ago when you revealed your wretched, petty, disgusting self to me? Finally? Completely?
You creepily stalked my new lover and cherry-picked her beautiful innocent profile for tidbits and fed them back to me in your ugly dysphoric state?

I cut your putrid infected vampiric body off me.
I had grown so tired of your ashtray breath and Ziploc chest.
Your pill-popping weezyness was so tired and petty.

I am free of you forever.
Go be ugly somewhere else.