I quit trying to relate to a ghost 

who died long before I came along 

I am finished holding on to something that did not want to be held 

You did not realize the damage you were capable of 

I did not realize the damage you were capable of 

until it was far too late 

I am done being the graveyard in which your insecurities go to die 

I am not the river that washes away your sins 

I am not the home you return to once the vacation ends 

You have no right to come back to me 

when I never wanted you to leave in the first place