Not A Thought

I haven't thought about you,

Nor do I even care.

Every memory I have with you.

Is a memory I'll never share.

I don't want to think about you.

The thought it makes me sick.

You have made every memory toxic,

And your friendship was a trick.

The only memory I will keep of you.

Is when you grabbed my shirt.

Then I grabbed your arm, And pushed your face down into the dirt.

Oh it felt so good

Knowing you had said all you needed to say.

Watching you look for those ugly glasses,

And knowing I had won that day.

So pathetic and weak.

With no longer a hold on me.

Dig a hole six feet deep.

Drop dead bitch I am free!