Why can't the words just come out?
Already formed, perfect, and true.

You think I'm a liar,
I think you're a hypocrite.

You said, "I'm done with you."
"How could I have said it nicer?"

And your promises?
"Those were just words."

No. I'm done with you.
I'm sick of the games.
What, are we second graders?
You know I don't do silent treatments.

I don't hate you.
I wish things had gone better.
I wish you'd grow up.
I wish you hadn't talked bad about me and ruined my friendships.

How dare you?
I never thought you would treat me like that.
I never thought you could treat anyone like that.
You are not who I thought you were.

So this is my closure.
You won't talk to me.
You won't ever realize you were wrong.
You don't feel sorry for what you did to me.

And that's okay.

I'm fine.
I'm still me.
I'm stronger now.
I've proved you wrong.
I don't need you anymore.
I don't even want you anymore.

I'm more me than ever.
I'm happier than I can ever remember.

And I'm happy for you too.