Gone

I hate Kanye West!
No, I don’t hate him personally.
It is just that every song that he sings hit home for me.
Now, she doesn’t me.
As if we were not intimate at anytime.
Perhaps the reminiscing is my crime.
I wish you well.
I wish myself Hell!
I should be where you are, but I’m not!
So it is truly dark, and Hell is indeed hot!
Because you are gone for real!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive