Bury

Bury

I’ll take this knife,
And cut you out of me,
And bury you,
Along with everything we had.
I’ll bury you so deep,
That you’ll never reach the surface;
You’ll never see the light of day,
Ever again.
Taking everything you did to me,
I’ll cut myself and,
Bleed it out.
I’ll reach deep inside,
Pulling out every last reminder of you,
And bury it beneath dust;
The agent for forgetting.
Erasing you from my memory,
I’ll pretend you never existed,
None of this ever happened.
I’ll live my life,
Like you were never even part of it.
Searching for everything you gave me;
Pictures of us together,
All the letters you ever wrote me;
Throwing those into a box,
And burying that as well.
While scooping the dirt back over your grave,
I won’t shed a tear,
For crying allows my weakness,
To shine through.
And I am stronger,
Now that I am over you.
When I’m done,
Cutting off your air supply,
By shoveling dirt on top of you,
I’ll dance on your final resting place,
Like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m burying you for good,
Deep underground.
And that will be,
The death of you.