If I’m not the one thing you can’t stand to lose, if I’m not the arrow to the heart of you, if you don’t get drunk on my kiss, if you think you can do better than this, then I guess we’re done. Let’s not drag this on…consider me gone!

Consider me a memory. Consider me the past. Consider me a smile in an old photograph - someone who used to make you laugh.

Lying in this bed, I’ve never felt more alone.