clean me out, just like the rest of your old things.i refuse to be a memory.
i refuse to remain where you so poorly mishandled me.
i choose to remain unknown,
as if i were never even there in the beginning.
not on your wall.
not hidden away in some box.
not even in your memory.
because i always deserved more than that.
something you were incapable of giving.
clean me out for good
because reminiscing the past, as if to finger with what once was, is
something one’s already claimed
lover shouldnt be messing with.