Summer Blues

I broke up with the arrogant little runt.

Actually, there was nothing to break up,

It was more a pre-emptive strike.

So I told him to take a hike without me,

The manner in which was rather juvenile, it said:

"I do not want to play with you anymore,

You are mean."

Succint.

And you can't come to my birthday party, either!

I will have to figure his demise in my heart, then a quick decent burial.

A few insulting words I wrote about him to myself

As though by consolation -

I am blue and green and purple with love, hope, and defeat.