I plan on writing you a letter
Simply to explain
That I never really existed anyways
So you can't actually miss me
When I'm gone

All of my possessions
Become a bonfire
One last warmth I'll feel
I'll imagine your skin again
As I destroy the last trace of me

I'll take the sheets of my life
Stained by various parts of my inky soul
Read each poem one last time
And cast it into flame
That my words die when I do

I'll write a you a letter
If only to explain
And then I'll burn that too