I'm better now because,

I wonder if he reads this,
and thinks it's 'bout him still.
I wonder if he wonders,
though the thought leaves me no thrill.
I wonder if he's different,
though he's probably still the same.
I know that he's delinquent,
always playing stupid games.
It's funny how I wondered,
if he ever really cared.
It's funny that I told myself,
"of course he's always cared"...
It's stupid how long it took me,
to remove his power trip.
It's a relief it only took me,
four fucking years to free his grip.
And looking back I wonder,
if I ever thought at all.
I'm looking forward hoping,
I will never get a call.
I know that it's no use
to hope that he has changed.
But somewhere still inside me,
locked in pieces won't arrange.
I'm glad I'm at this point,
ignoring all that ever was.
I've learned that there's no use,
and I'm better now because.