Don't Make Things Up
Don't bullshit me. Don't make things up.
Don't look me in the eyes. Just go.
And spare me your eloquent speeches
and theatrical goodbyes. Don't make a scene.
Don't say you're sorry or that life
is like that sometimes: that forgets everything;
that the world and time heal any wound.
I repeat, my love: get lost.
And take what you want from everything that
once we dared to think we'd share:
the books, the rosewood sculptures,
the records, the portraits, the billiard table.
Don't leave an address. Please:
I want you to go fuck yourself, my love.
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