The person that this poem is for will never know that I wrote it, nor would be interested in reading if he/she did.
Anyways, thank YOU for taking the time to read it. ❤️😘

Get out of my head.

You will never touch my feelings, again.

You...you and your poisonous ways

can kill any emotion that is beneficial to the heart.

You're killing your own mind with the actions that you smear on the wall like finger paint.

You don't know how to love,

and when people show you, it is as foreign as the moon stealing the day -
it's not right to you.

After tripping and scraping my heart time and time again, I've come to learn that you shall never change.

You are forever caught in the illusion of (temporary) enjoyment.

You are blinded by the tactics of Wicked's woman.

She disposes of your heart, and only keeps the remainder of your confused being.

I'm trying my very best to forget you.

What's the use of continuous dabbling in you and your poisonous ways?

Don't get any on me.

What's the use of continuing to sample the drink that hell has prepared?

All I will get, is sin stuck to me.

Get outta my head.

You will never touch my feelings again.

You should be leaving, now.

Here's your exit: