I’d like to erase you;
Remove you from my mind,
Delete the things you said,
That were false or unkind.
I’d like to rub you out;
For you’re just a mistake,
That I tried to befriend,
Before knowing you’re fake.
I’d like to undo you.
But there is no rubber,
To cancel you out with;
Much to my displeasure.
You’re a fault in the past.
I’ve moved on to what’s next,
While you’re there but not seen.
It’s like you’ve been Tipp-Exed.
29 August 2008
