Old hurt, old love and even old joy - I don't want you anymore.
No more dwelling,
blank sheet,
over over over
over over
over
I want it to be over
I am finally free, and so are you
I do not want to go back,
it wouldn't and will never be any different
I can not keep trying to make the past life present again
It is a repetition -- unhealthy, and frankly it is getting old and fucking boring
I want to write a new chapter
perhaps even a new book
Thank you for what you gave
for me to put in my backpack
I will carry it with me
when I go, to find new
treasures
I hope you find them too
