I’ve tried too many times to figure
this out.
So instead I will try to forget
the situation I’ve sprinted my way to, though.
This isn’t the easiest path to conceive
but I won’t find anther route.
I’d rather cast you off.
Get out of my mind.
Get off of my road.
I’ve known you too long.
And now its time for you to go.
And you will run.
Run like clouds at dawn.
You will never be found.
(If you will not by me)
I’m sick of working for illusions of desire,
and for words that you never speak.
Of trying to make you see how you
are so beautiful.
So just run away.
I’m not giving up.
No, I’m seeing the finale.
It just happens that involves being done with you.
I don’t wish you ill, I only dream you
gone.
Find someone else to torture
with your apathy.
Leach and feed on their mind
and see how long they survive.

Author’s Note: I’m extremely empathetic (unlike this character at the end of his rope) and writing this was a challenge. I still wanted to write it. Pretty mean note. I used a lot of language found in Illusion, but they are not (that) related in topic. I have had a few people call Illusion an anti-love letter though. Illusion was more about just knowing people (and if you can), so I took some of that and put it in here.