I will not be your big mistake,
Or a reminder of a mess,
Or the broken thing you look at
When you need to feel loss less.
I will not be your non-regret,
The easily thrown aside
Irritating little burr
Of the memory that you lied.
I will not be your comic relief,
That scorned amusing toy
That you examine with disdain,
And out of boredom, destroy.