Yes! It's Closure! ! ! Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i love the way i'm feeling
i hate your stupid guts
and i love the way you tell me
you think i'm going nuts.

'stop being such a baby'
i'm pretty sure i have a right
after all it was you, ya know
who kept me up at night.

i have the power to forget you
i love all this apathy.
i've got the upperhand and
you're not in control of me.

its literally a year
before i block you out
365 days until
i get off this ground.

i'll be so done with you
that i'll have to celebrate
and you'll be so forgotten
it'll be way too late.

oh dad i'm fine.
i love the way i hate you
i love to see the pain
patience is a virtue.

it's finally paid off
it's finally the end
you were all i wanted
but now you're all of this.

i don't need your 'guidance'
don't need your fitful stares.
i know i'm screwing up
but you can't be here.

so don't tell me you love me
don't tell me you wish i'd change
you're so full of yourself that
you can't see i'm not the same.

i'm so completely different
so completely done.
so completely everything
my love for you is none.