thought it would be hard
but I’m o.k.
I’m better off without you
any way.
You’re a waste of time; I
must get rid of you.
I’m sick of you and you’re a
prick.
I can do better if you are
away-
From my heart and from my
thought.
I can do better if you are
away,
Sans your presence and
appearance.
Haunt me not; torment me not,
be away.
I must live in peace; you
must leave at once-
From my muse, and from my
bones.
You gone out of sight, out of
brain,
I could find ways to mend my
ways.
I wish I hadn’t met you.
Be it a scar, better than
burns.
Let us part, with the loss of
the hope.
11.09.2007
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