Leave Me Alone

Your name lights up my phone again —

a ghost tapping on the glass.

I swear I can feel my chest tighten,

heart racing like it remembers the past.

(“not again… not again…”)

You say “hey” like that fixes anything,

like time didn’t tear us apart.

Every message feels like a bruise coming back,

pressing fingerprints into my heart.

(“just stop… please stop…”)

You don’t get to check on me anymore,

not after the storms you left behind.

You’re a door I already closed,

so why are you still in my mind?

Leave me alone — just let me breathe,

your presence lingers like you never leave.

I’m angry, I’m tired, I’m worn down thin,

you keep knocking on a place you’re not welcome in.

(“leave me… leave me…”)

I’m done with the ache you always bring,

no more “hey,” no more strings.

Please — just let me be free.

Let. Me. Be.

You text “how are you?” like you care now,

but you never cared when it mattered.

You were the earthquake in my chest,

now you’re just the echo after.

(“don’t pretend… don’t pretend…”)

I hate how you still get a reaction,

how my pulse jumps like you still belong.

I don’t want this — I don’t want you —

I’m just trying to move on.

(“let me go… let me go…”)

I’m not your comfort when you’re bored,

not a door you wander through at night.

I’m done giving pieces of myself

to someone who never fought for me right.

Leave me alone — just let me breathe,

your presence lingers like you never leave.

I’m angry, I’m tired, I’m worn down thin,

you keep knocking on a place you’re not welcome in.

(“leave me… leave me…”)

I’m done with the ache you always bring,

no more “hey,” no more strings.

Please — just let me be free.

Let. Me. Be.

You can’t walk in and out of my life

like the damage never stayed behind.

You don’t get to reopen wounds

just because you crossed my mind.

(“not yours… not yours…”)

I’m stronger now, but still I shake —

still flinch when your name appears.

So stop. Just stop.

I don’t owe you my peace or my tears.

Leave me alone — I mean it this time,

your memory isn’t welcome in my life.

I’m healing, finally, piece by piece,

and you’re the one thing I don’t need.

(“it’s over… it’s over…”)

No more texts, no more ghosts,

no more pretending you care the most.

I’m walking away from what we were —

so please,

just let me disappear from your world.

(“leave me… leave me…”)