I wrote this way back in the day when I was a sophomore in High School. Stumbling across your website, I figured it would be fun to give it a go at "getting it published". (If you must know, I wrote it as a "break-up poem"; yes, I took myself that seriously!)
I Don’t Like You Anymore:
I had a dream yesterday.
Well, I mean, last night…
But you understand okay?
It happened just after our fight.
The one where you were wrong,
And I was right.
I was dreaming that you were dying.
And, no, I wasn’t crying.
I had pushed you into this giant blender.
You got all messed up, like in that fender-bender. (Remember?)
Then your relatives came over to celebrate…
I felt close to them for the first time ever – fate?
I can now go on with my life.
Over with all this strife.
…But I’m still talking to you.
Even though you’ve been turned into something… for the dogs to chew.