From loving you to regretting you all the time—
life’s been a circus, never a climb.
So yeah, there’s no poetic way to sign off—
just one clean line: fuck off.

You’re gone, yet somehow you stay,
haunting my house in your own decay.
Your laughter rots in the cracks of the floor,
your shadow still seeps beneath my door.

The bed holds the weight of your filthy lies,
the mirror still shows the ghost in my eyes.
You left my walls soaked in mildew and shame,
every silence whispers your venomous name.

But hear me now—I spit you out,
your haunting ends with this final shout.
This curse you cast will circle back,
cling to your chest, and paint you black.

So when the night moans and shadows creep,
remember—it’s your soul that’s mine to keep.
My house will heal, my heart will rise,
but you’ll rot forever in your own demise.

I evict you from this heart. The door you slammed won’t open for you again.