getaway

i can see you,

while i'm on my deserted island

you're on a makeshift wooden boat

waving to me, yelling at me

and i hope the wood creaks

and breaks

and your boat sinks.

i burnt all my bridges in fear of you

but you,

in your sick sense of determination,

took the plunge.

now you stand on the beach barefoot

your dyed green hair looks like seaweed

and your smile is deafening.

'i want you gone,' i say

but you twist it and hear

'i love you.'

i want to do something drastic

to prove you wrong.

i do not love you,

i have never loved you,

and if you'd please watch me sink

to the bottom of the ocean,

it would be nice

to hear a goodbye.

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