Don't bullshit me
Don't bullshit me. Don't make things up.
Don't look me in the eyes. Just leave.
And spare me the well-spoken speeches
and the farces of goodbyes. Don't make a scene.
Don´t say you're sorry or that life
sometimes is like this: that it all forgets;
that the world and time heal any wound.
I repeat, my love: get lost.
And take whatever you want from all
we once thought we'd share:
the books, the palo santo sculptures,
the records, the portraits, the billiards.
Don't leave addresses. Please:
I just want you to fuck off, my love.
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