I can forget you! I can end the pain,
I can stop the bleeding;
I'll not speak again your name,
You'll never see me needing.
Too much anger, too much sadness,
Too many nights of no embraces;
I had to flee and end the madness,
To blot out hurt and all it's traces.
I'll never speak your name aloud,
Your banished from my mind;
I can lose myself in any crowd,
And new friends, I can find.
Your out the door, gone from me,
Your memories are ending;
Your face is now just history,
And this message I am sending.
Consider this, my final letter,
A note of bitter leaving;
I'm off to something better,
And no more, will I be grieving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We've all been there. Not a bad poem but a couple of unnecessary commas on the last line of the third and the last line of the poem.