I am so not thinking about you.
I am so not missing you.
I am so not interested in whatever you do.
I’ve never, ever cried because of you.
My first thought each morning is so not about you.
When I told you I love you it was so not true.
I haven’t kept a single picture of you.
There’s nothing at all that reminds me of you.
Anyway, I’m quite busy seeing someone new.
And this poem is so not about you.