Too many nights spent crying,
I finally made up my mind
To stand up for myself
And quit my asinine.

I threw out your pictures,
I burned your love letter,
I deleted your cell number,
Then I felt a lot better.

With only one chore left,
I decided to make it fun.
I ran to the mantle
And grabbed my dad's gun.

I meant it when I yelled,
"I hope you drop dead!"
With a bang-bang-bang,
Hope this deflates your head!

Every girl deserves her day
When she can finally do something
About that undeserving prick;
To be honest dear, you had it coming.

© Liz Perash