So I guess it's time. To let go of you. It hurts to see you go , but I know I have to. All the things you gave me . I'm destroying them tonight. I am burning the paper that I write all these non-sense poems. Letting the fire destroy the twisted rhymes that fill my mind. That special pen that I wrote out my feels for you. I am burying it, in the deepest part of the ocean. So that I will never get it back in my Filthy hands. Letting go of these violent verses. That haut my dreams. All the memories of you. I will forget you. Oh, I am sure of it