Dearest (soon-to-be-ex-) Boyfriend,

When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one girl to dissolve the romantic and emotional bands which have connected her with another... a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that she should declare the causes which impel her to the separation.

Your constant paranoia and distrust,
Putting me down to make yourself feel better,
It all leaves me in disgust,
And leads me to this letter.

I take all the blame every time,
You call me weak, you call me weak.
I commit no heinous crime,
Yet must use my right not to speak.

Ignoring me, pushing me aside,
Leaving me lonely and having no remorse,
You tear me up inside,
Using the most incredible force.

You never admit that you could be wrong,
And you let me cry for your sins against me.
I struggle to hold on, I try to be strong,
I bite my tongue every time and agree.

I’ll have you know it’s not the way I want it.
I’m just so sick and tired of (crying over) you.
The sneering remarks at me that you call wit,
Leave me staring blankly without a clue.

It all comes storming out,
“Your fault, all your fault!”
I’m sure you know what this is about,
With your silent assault.

It all comes screaming out,
“I don’t owe you anything!”
You saw this coming, without a doubt,
Treating me like some old fling.

If every tear I shed took away
One moment I shared with you,
I would not know you today,
And I’d be happier, too.

Please, just take your meaningless possessions back,
I hope the tears I’ve cried into them drown you,
And that you suffer from the same heart attack,
That every single day you used to put me through.

In all truth, you don’t deserve me,
And you can’t convince me that you do anymore.
I’ll let you go and I’ll set you free,
And I’ll feel better than I ever have before.

It’s not that I don’t love, respect, and admire you,
But I distrust you and you are not my friend.
I can’t help but feel that the only thing left to do
Is bringing this, all of this, to a much needed end.

You never initiated conversation with me,
Or put any effort at all into making amends.
I was never who you wanted me to be,
We were never friends,
We were never friends.

You refused to say “I love you, too,” knowing it to be
That I so, so desperately needed to hear it.
I know now how much you used me,
And never had any intentions to commit.

I dumbed myself down,
So I wouldn’t hurt your pride.
I acted like a clown,
So that you never cried.

With chalk a dusty white,
On the chalkboard, I write:
I will not let you take advantage of me anymore.
I will not let you take advantage of me anymore.
I will not let you take advantage of me anymore.

You’ve taught me much of what I now know,
Patience, patience, patience to the nth degree,
And how to let an honest relationship grow.
Most of all, what an independent girl I want to be.

I tell you, you can have my tears,
But you aren’t worth my blood.
I’ll not show you my fears,
Look away when my eyes flood,
And cover my ears to your victory cheers.

So let’s end this peacefully,
Let’s not go to War.
It’s not that I don’t love you,
You’re just not my boyfriend anymore.