Mess with a writer, you'll get a cypher

I kept on writing love poems for someone who didn't love me back,
You became a muse, a character for my stories,
Your words became the lines I reused for Instagram captions,
Revealing to people that you were so mean to me.
Maybe I could write a book about you,
Just like the angry side of me did to the ones that tore my heart apart like paper,
But don't worry, my darling,
You can still be happy while the rest of the world knew what you once did to me.
©julliepoet