Begone

I thought I’d abandoned you.
You were the one who made me blue.

I found out that you’re still here
but I wish you’d just disappear.

Why are you so persistent?
I want you to leave this instance.

I don’t want to say no more
no matter how much you implore.

Why don’t you be gone already?
Yes, that’s just what I fancy.

And don’t come back ever again.
I’d only look on you with disdain.

— Petra

On some trivial stuff you can’t help but thinking about over and over.