(2008) Leave Me Be Poem by Deana Rode

Get out.

You've been haunting me far too long
driving me mad too many seasons...

Pack up your daydreams, your fantasies
the images you cruelly play in my sleep
take them all and walk out of my heart..

I'm sick of your painful regrets
and tired of how obsessed I become
it becomes so bad that I feel like I'm being ripped apart
limb from limb, ever day, bit by bit, every night..

I don't want to die every time I close my eyes
or fade away every time I try to catch my breath...

Get Out.

Reality is never going to be my dreams
the time has come to give up this ghost
and cast these ashes to the wind.