For crying out loud, can't I get some rest?
Can't I catch my breath?
Can't I let go, let live, leave alone, shut it out, call it quits, forgive?
Is it up to me to be haunted every night while you're left along on his chest?
Sleeping like a baby, head rising and falling to the beat within him.
Your breath rustling his chest hair and his fingers tracing invisible ones on your face.
Leave me out of it.
I want no part of your memories.
Or your sympathies.
Build a wall, put you behind it and me before it and keep it building ever higher until the clouds have to choose sides.
Give me the peace of knowing that you'll never want me again. And you'll always be free of me.
Because you were never mine to begin with.
So I can rest.