I don't want

I don’t want
the hair tie on my wrist 
it’s just a reminder
of how easy I was to keep.

I don’t want the flowers.
They died
doing exactly what I did:
staying too long.

I don’t want the sweatshirt back.
It kept me warmer
than you ever bothered to.

I don’t want my dignity back 
I know exactly
when I handed it over.

And you?

I don’t want you back.
I want the time
I wasted
believing you were worth it.