For You

In lieu

of screaming, here’s my adieu.

I dyed my hair blue

just to spite you.

You gave me the love flu,

crushed me like a bug under your shoe.

Now, I’ve had time to stew.

I guess you always knew,

just as sure as morning dew.

It was you who drew

me in, went through

me, just another girl in your queue.

So one plus one does not equal two.

It just equals me, it’s true.

I am my own crew.

Not even strong enough to chew

through pencil-thick bamboo.

I guess this is what it is to rue.

Someone else will have to do.

For now, I dyed my hair blue

just to spite you.