Ode to You

So he went and marry some other girl. fine.
but i don't need You to rub it on my face.

I've had enough of Your so called wisdom of 'when the time is right'
I can't see now how it's not right right now.

I'm tired, bloated, angry, and feels wasted.
And yes, once again I am mad at You.

Congratulations.
Once again you've prevailed to make me see,
that I am just a booger You picked out of Your nose.

Ode to You,

You.