Screw You

And you know what?
Screw you.
Because I was going to write a poem about you,
And how you screwed me over,
And how I still love the colour of your eyes.
But no.
I won’t waste my time,
Energy,
Or writing efforts on you.
Because fuck you.
Fuck you for making me feel like shit.
And fuck you for thinking that you meant anything to me.
But mostly,
Fuck you for thinking you’d get away with it.