I invited you for a sofa session.  You denied the invitation.

I knew you didn’t want to go out.  It’s true that you don’t want college to be over.

I know this about you.  I deny this about you.

It’s not me you want.  You want someone new.

We shared a lot together.  I tell myself over and over that this was before.

Why we keep after it - chasing the rainbow’s end.  I know it’s not real. The bow is from a prism.  And, the prism is in your pocket.

I’m taking out my mirror.  You ready to catch this reflection?

Get your hands off of me.  I’m out of time pleading for your energy.  Your using, abusing and continually refusing.  You didn’t respond.  You’d rather hang around there.

You don’t pull on my hair.  You don’t tell me I’m pretty.

You do grab my waist when we meet at the party.  It’s an action always unplanned and caused by our drinking.

It’s just that I’m there and what’s left over.  To you, I’m the cheese crusted in the pizza box.  I’m not even the pepperoni.

I will try to forget you.  But, you may never leave my head.  And, you’ll never be by my side.

What have I been thinking?  Where did I go wrong?  Why did I lose sight of what I need?

I don’t need you.  I don’t need you in my thoughts.  Get out.

Welcome to my heart.  This is the exorcism.

Want to be my # 2?