you are the worse to my better.

the more i learn
the more i know not to ask why

just fall to my knees
& cry to the sky.

the more i find out me
the less i want you,

and you hate me now
because this is what i have to do.


don't miss me,
don't call.

i've changed my number, locks, hair, car
& will not be here next fall.

don't count on a cave,
don't count on a letter...

i'm leaving for good,

and i can only get better.