Goodbye, Cupcake

Te' Hell with you Cupcake.
No one could possibly know what I mean.
I haven't seen you in a while.
Piles and piles of years.
They're always expecting me to fall back.
But to heck with your goodstupidbyes.
For once, I'm okay with no for an answer.
I wasn't always.
I once dreamt badly, and stared off into space
and wrote letters and wallowed in the miserable loneliness that was
the absence of you.
I'm finally getting the concept of your conceit.
I'm finally angry enough to not care.
Goodbye, Darlin'.
I don't even know where the feeling came from.
I've not visited the thought of you seriously in quite some time.
There are never any reminders,
No one speaks of you, because no one knows you.
But suddenly, I'm okay.
I have new directions,
New thought occupants,
New affection,
New ideas about what it is to be loved.
For now, I feel contempt, resentment and relief that it didn't end up
the way it was "supposed" to.
Hopefully soon, I will feel nothing at all.