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It's almost been a year, you know.
And I don't miss you in the least.
It's beautiful, really, that I am able to let you go.
We poets have a way of hanging on to things,
Gripping far too tight onto rusty barbed wire,
And then wondering why we got cut,
So I want you to know this might be the last poem about you,
And you never read or listened to any of them, anyway,
But it felt fitting to write you a goodbye.

So here is to every bit of glass you shattered,
Threw around our house because a woman didn't love you,
Here is the times you wished my brother and sister and I
Never existed.
The time you called my best friend a fag,
The times you told me two women don't make a baby,
As if I didn't know out of two vaginas one wasn't a penis,
For the times you sent me to my room because I was crying
All time times you swore to my mother you'd changed
All the times ai forgave you because I wanted a father
Thank god you are gone

This is a goodbye to you telling me to kill myself,
Letting go of the time you told me no one would give a shit,
This is forgiving you, because you don't deserve it.
But I do, I deserve to forgive you because I am better.
Not out of cocky arrogance and drunk confidence.
I have proven better through action and word and I forgive you.
I am giving you another change and you will not
Squander it, I will not see it become another broken dream.
I leave you and this chance and walk away.
That way I can imagine you never making another mistake.