I don’t need to write another poem about you
How ironic this poem
Is about you.
But this is the last
I don’t need to hear another poem about you
Or hear a poem about love or hate
and think it’s about you.
Because this is the last
time I’ll think about you
When I hear the word Love.
or hate.
The world doesn’t need
another poem about you.
Or how it feels to love you.
or hate you again.
Because I’ve moved on.
I won’t think about you
again.
Unless I do.