if you need me, my door is
always closed. you’re evil
and you lie, so when you die,
i won’t shed a tear.

go back to the old places
and see if i cry there. but i
would rather not go there;
i won’t cry because i knew even then.

you said you hated me at first;
a different chapter is still the same book
so why grow new leaves when you can
bask in the decay and detest change?