It’s every bit of what I expected, but nothing more.

It’s every bit of what I wanted, but I don’t want it anymore. 

It’s every breath I used to breath, and every dream I wished upon. 

It was a ship that I fixed, and when I took it out to see, more holes I found that were bore. 

It’s every bit of love I had, and every bit I don’t want back. 

Every thought that I began to think, and to think of it, I do no more. 

Every story I once had and told, I hold no longer dear to my heart. 

No tears, laughter, or sorrow, Just memories that I no longer want. 

No bad things to think about, no one knocking on my door, Worries that I have freed, Out in eternal space where they lay.

Now darling don’t come back, we talked this through, this is what you wanted, that I have nothing but memories of you.

Do not worry, I can tell my story without shedding tears, for my heart that stopped beating, has healed and it’s murmurs are repeating. 

Now darling remember, you can’t come to my door, this is what you wanted, every bit, but nothing more.