I swear this is not by Jewel, and if Hunter or Kim Smith (not her real name) says it is, they're lying anorexic bitch-bags.
I’m writing this letter to tell you
I don’t love you anymore
I don’t miss you
I never have.
The truth is, I tried, but never found
your adoration anything other than arduous
your niceties cliched
your praise thoughtless
and it has become unbearably obvious
that you love
with all the originality of romance novels
the manly man weakening the luscious flower
But do not be sad, nothing is lost, neither of us even loved/the other truly-/you only thought you did and I only wanted to.
I hope that Kardashian gives you VD. I'm a Dodger Blue Bell. Blake DeWitt already stared at my rack three times, and Manny asked me to comb his hair. I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE. HAVE FUN ON CELEBRITY FIT CLUB, PIG.
I miss you forever, BD.