make her go away

please, Lord,

make her go away

i don't want the green-tinted memories.

i don't want the ones where we walk in sunshine-coated fields and she tells me terrible things.

i don't want the ones where she tells me in the dark september night that i'll come back.

i don't want the ones where she stands over me while i play at sleep.

i don't want the ones where she sits across from me in her kitchen and stares.

i don't want the ones where we laugh and we cry and we pretend.

i don't want these memories anymore. i don't want them.

please make her go away.