Take back you notes
Your letters
Your gifts
Your words wrapped up in airy promises
I don't want to look at them
Those "I love yous" don't taste that sweet anymore
And they just sink like a fog unto the ground and glitter like morning dew.
I don't need to be with you; not when we're like this...
So take back your box of pictures and that first kiss.
Put them on the carpet beside the door
Remeber to leave the keys where you left them-- next to my heart
Make your way towards the exit as I make my way out your life.
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