• This is it, this is the last time.
    That I will ever say any thing about what you’ve done to me and how it isn’t right.
    Revenge would feel so sweet right now, but I won’t do that.
    I will take the high road and be the bigger man.
    Instead I will give my words wings with this poem instead of a rightful revenge.
    Letting this poem be my knife.
    My blade as sharp as ice will pierce you deeper than anything I could ever do to you.
    This will be my last words, my last thoughts, and my final justice.