I can't look at this page anymore because you turned everything to paper
You drew trails from your mind to memos
I watched the conception of mines and meadows
This poetry made my irises ring
You taught me another way to sing
In case I have a sore throat, or head, or heart
But now the shore is dead and the boat already departed
You made me the fifteenth line in your sonnet
And I am an iamb deemed unwanted
It seemed this vision of a couplet was not meant to be
No revisions could ever fix you and me
I hope I never see you again so that image is never burned into my mind
I wonder how many poems can be written about a single rejection
From other perspectives that was destined to dive like a valley
I'll hide in the alley when you walk the street to your success
Because all I do is say that I'm stressed and you consider yourself a mess
We're similar I guess
There wasn't enough space
So I'll write this up to cover my face
You've made me ashamed of my instincts, my intuition, every fortune blossomed from fruition
And now I'm fighting fire with fire
I hope you're doing just fine
I'm just trying to rid you from my mind
The exit is my verbal execution
This isn't sticks and stones
I need new bones for a foundation
Another source for creation
Enough small scale divorce
I must eliminate your presence from the premises of my discourse