i don't want the shape of your name to remind me of
*** and
i don't want my mind to flash red at the notion of your existence
and i don't want to yearn for your embrace
and i don't want to care about how you're doing at your university
and i don't want to wrinkle my forehead at the mere idea of you
seducing someone who isn't me
and i deny the existence of the translucent tether that keeps me bound to you,
only reminding me
when i try to run elsewhere.

Let me run
let me fly
i don't want to love you anymore