To hell with your promises and oaths
and the things you said should be
but couldn’t be
and all the things
I’d hoped would be held between the two.
To hell with all our arguments
and all the times we made up
and to hell with your fucking perfect breasts.
Who needed those anyway?

To hell with your friends
who liked me more
than any other guy you brought around
– or said they did, at least.
To hell with the bridges and fares
that separated us before
and to hell with the words and feelings
that separate us now.
To hell with your roommate who
I swear
had the eye for you
and to hell with your ex-roommate
who I should have slept with,
after all.

To hell with wishes and dreams
and hopes and expectations
and the justice system
that I thought for sure would see us through.
To hell with you and
to hell I’m going
as soon as I figure out what circle you’re in
so I can surely avoid it.