New York Poem by Taylor Petty

I’ve been trying to figure out ways to tell you.
I think I’m going to just come out and say it.
It pissed me off when I helped you and you didn’t even say thank you.
That’s all I needed was a f-ing thank you.
This was just confirmation that I need to just let you go.
I deserve way better than you on a good day.
You only want to talk to me when it’s convenient or you need something.
Well, I’m done.
If you ask me to call you, I’ll forget, three minutes later.
As a matter of fact, I’m deleting your number.
I’m going to avoid you in the halls.
I won’t come and talk to you after school.
I’ll act like I don’t even know you.
Then you can see how I feel.