i’m happy to say, i don’t love him anymore,
really, i don’t. and even better – i don’t hate him.
i used to for a really long time, love, hate,
and both mixed together. but not anymore. i feel light, i feel free,
unburdened; a bird soaring taking the clouds for my keeping,
i could love anyone in the world, because i am not tied down
to anything. no frayed strings hanging from this heart.
i don’t love him anymore, i don’t hate him, and you can tell
because i don’t write poetry about him anymore.
what? you thought these words were a poem?
well no. this is not a poem at all,
it’s just the words i whisper to myself
between stanza breaks, when i need convincing
that these overdue feelings are not all that i am.