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.