What will it take
to finally get it through
that thick-*** Skull and Ego of yours
that I want absolutely nothing to do with you?

Haven't the bountiful "*******"s been indicative enough?
The very fact, for instance, that I didn't stop to give you the time of day
when we bumped into each other a few times at my show
yet I hugged and chatted with the friend of yours
with whom you were there?
All the **** you told me not to post that I posted anyway?
All the pieces I've written just to get your torment off my mind
long enough to be able to fall asleep?

You just don't get it, do you?
Well, sorry,
I'm not another forsaken minion
caught under your spell anymore;
I am not One who can comply and abide by
your blatant disregard for those closest to you,
nor your corrosive patterns of narcissistic and selfish behavior.

Here, let me spell it out for you:
I want nothing more to do with you;
I'm quite happy that you're out of my Life;
you're so much more beautiful of a person
when I don't ever experience you.

That may eventually change,
but, like I have said before:
don't hold your breath.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot;
Happy Birthday!
Apparently I wrote for you a Birthday poem,
though far from intentionally, and it's far from flattering.
I did sketch quite a few tattoo ideas, as well,
but the simple fact remains:
*******.