I told you for years. You didn't believe me. I can't stand you, I don't love you. I'm being completely honest. I don't want to live my life arguing over nothing all the time. I can't do it. My parents did that! Enough is enough! I've asked you to leave. I meant it! I was not kidding! You refused to go. Thirteen years of my life, the first few were okay. I've told you and I've told you. When will you get it?
I'm happy now. I have been for the past two and a half years. I met this woman, love of my life, who I'm happy to say is my wife.
Do you get it now? I'm gone! More than ever, I meant it! I'm not mean, it just wasn't there. Your still alone, I'm gone. You can count the days, the months, the years, I'm gone! No tears, no regrets, just gone.
A prose poem and a good one! Nice for week 10 because the reader is in a boxing ring with you being pummeled with those short, sharp, jabbing, exclamatory sentences, and is even being addressed as if we were the one who didn't get it! Very week 10.
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