I want you less, I want you gone,
I want you not at all.
How liberating all this is
To watch these petals fall.

A step away, another face
To grace my morning rise
No longer will I wait to see
The smile in your brown eyes.

So many dreams that never seem
To want to take their leave.
If you would have given me the chance to try,
I would have been all that you need.

But I miss you less, I miss you none.
I know I won’t miss you at all.
If you go picking pretty things,
You may watch dead petals fall.