Let It Scar Over

though you may be my muse,

i want you out of my head.

you've inspired the beauty

of many a verse,

but its time for you to go.

it's time time for this stanza to end,

and another to begin.

i want your beautiful memories to stay,

but they need to be stored.

i don't want your memory so fresh,

i want it to go to the back of my head.

please, understand me.

as much good as you are seemingly doing,

the cut you have left is

still bleeding.

and its time it turned to scar tissue.

time to heal up

and close for good.