As I write this letter
addressed to you,
the pencil lead keeps breaking
because of your bad juju.

You know the score
and play the game well,
but, I’m one up....
because I have walked in hell.

All the hoopla
to detain and attract;
is nothing but a red flag
according to my own
self-imposed pact.

Don’t want to be the next
chick you behead,
mesmerized by the color of
the sheets on your bed.

So instead of writing
the note saying adios to you,
I’m burning it and vaporizing
because it’s the smart thing to do.