I see you everyday it’s like you appear in my dreams and every thought I conjure up.

When I think about the parties we always had, I now get how you were laughing at me.

You raped my mind with your will and I committed to being your slave.

I was sure that by 9th grade I’d be dead, for God was never in the picture because you painted over what He had done.

You made me a fool and to do what you wanted.

You promised when I joined you that I would have my own room and sit at your right hand.

You took over my body and yet I let you.

I can’t say our arguments or fun is over, but I’ve given God access and now you and I are over!

God’s is no longer a tenant, He’s here to stay, so pack your bags and walk the other way.

Why am I writing to you? … Simply because I HATE you.

We seem to call this fun, but leave me alone I’m done.

I used to call you master, but you’re the worst kind of disaster.

We are now over; I’m not your slave nor are we engaged.

What we had is so sad because I thought you were perfect for me.

I saved your number our pictures too…. Yeah I know you were cheating, but I’m tired of the beatings.

The people you introduced me to, take them too. Goodbye, now do you understand? It’s time to let go of my hand….!