Your Funeral

I refuse to write another,
Song, poem, book, essay,
About you.
I refuse to burn you,
Etch you,
Scratch you,
Into the skin of my mind,
The clean slate that was my innocence,
My purity, my consciousness, my memories,
So that you will continue to live,
To thrive, to eat off of the love,
You took you took for granted.
But I am not sad, I am not giving you
The satisfaction to say that I am
Depressed, miserable,
Colored different shades of blue,
Because it was you,
Who locked me out,
When I had no one.
I had no one, but you.



You are dead to me.