Don't mistake my poetry for missing you…
I could give a fuck less
I just tuck stress and keep it moving, 
using words to help the soothing, 
oozing verbs‘til my heart starts fusing hurds of that mental, 
not senti- but I meant it when I said
our love was something special
messing up my thoughts, 
hoping arts will make them mesh well, 
cuz if I must spell it out, 
then I'll just tell the world what I'm thinking about…
cuz that's what bestows my destiny, I date—
not to mate, but to break up and give what's left of me…
I go reiterate emotions like they're
paper weight boulders on my shoulders,
just to demonstrate the type of pain I know love could never shake,
cuz to me, all you were was a heartbreak and a waste of time
the least I could do is
paste a line to finalize the last thing you'll ever get of mine, 
no more questions, hopes or doubts,
from here on out,
consider this nothing more than just poetry.