or just evil.
just sick
and disordered.
mentally ill.
do i feel sorry for her.
not now, maybe later,
i think as i bag
her clothes and set her
trash out on the curb.
will i miss her.
no.
a resounding no.
she was a fake, a liar,
a loser.
everything about her was
dark.
the first night without
her i laughed
myself to sleep
after changing the locks,
and burning the bridge
completely.
may she rest in peace,
as i will
without her.
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