Already Gone

Why put up with things you shouldn't have to?

A storm ahead.

I should run,

I fight instead.

I'm sick of all

your excuses,

everything

you've ever said.

I know now,

you messed around

with no regrets.

Why should I

deal with this,

all your s**t?

Don't you see,

the past is dead.

I'm already gone,

my thoughts were said.

Want me back,

no, that's not true.

I know you will

find someone new.

You snap again,

goodbye I said.

Author's Note

Sorry for the language in line 13, but I thought it suited this poem better than a different word for description.