Break Up Letter

Written By, Stefania M.

Dear Mary Jane,

I was thinking about you today, I haven’t smoked you in a while, Your smell lingers in my mind.

I wondered if you’ve thought of me during this time away….but in reality you’ve been playing around with others.

I’m not the only one you took down. Rumour has it your out there breaking souls and stealing minds. I thought I was special to you. I thought I was different and you would solve all my problems. You promised me you would make me feel better but all you did in the long run is deteriorate my body, mind and soul.

Thousands of dollars I spent on you. I would have spent a thousand more chasing you but you made me weary and tired. I don’t have the energy anymore.

I supported you in everything. I was proud of you. Always in your corner to defend you and my use. I even wore you on my tshirt. I wasn’t afraid of our love.

I feel so stupid how much I made excuses for you. I turned my back on my family and friends for you. Gave you all my time and let you deep into my thoughts.

You just used me. Depleted me. Got into my head and played me.

This is abuse. I’m an addict. I claim it.

I put all your stuff in the garbage and flushed you down the toilet.

I’m done MJ, I ran out of you.

It’s you not me!

Goodbye MJ

Published in A New Leaf – April 2026

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