Go away.

Cut the pictures,

burn the letters,

delete the song.

Maybe I was obsessed,

or I loved you too much.

I'm not asking for anything,

not asking for your sorrow,

not asking for your voice.

I used to know the color of your eyes,

I pictured your smile a thousand times,

I counted your freckles everyday.

I don't anymore.

I'm not asking for a call,

don't try to pick me up,

I need to learn which rocks to jump.

Do not look at me,

with those green eyes.

Don't talk to me,

and give me that perfect smile.

Hide yourself,

I don't want to count your freckles,

you have 4.