It’s all right if you don’t want to talk to me again.
It’s perfectly fine if you’re done with me.
If you think you don’t need me in your life,
I’ll find a way to survive.
I’ll find a way to thrive.
I’ll find a way to be perfectly on board with that,
because you’re not exactly
the tiger’s jaw yourself, you know.

If you need us
to keep to our separate corners
or you need some time
to salve your little wounded ego,
I get it. I get it.
Just take your time
figuring out how awful I was
and get back to me
when you’ve got a plan
as to what you need to do
to exact appropriate revenge.

I’ll be waiting
anxious
with bated breath
as to however you’re going to deal with things
going forward.
Just let me know
how it’s going to go
or better yet,
you know,
don’t.