Go away

I left so now it's your turn: please YOU GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY.
My nights are not yours, you cannot stay: go away.
I am begging now, go away.
I can't stand anymore, can't go on like this, as you were here. You are not real, nor here for me, so why don't you go away?
First, your face: it's slowly going away. I never look at your pictures anymore. It's ok. I am lying.
Then, your body: it's harder to let go. I sometimes can feel your arms around me. You're pale and warm and strong. I look up waiting for you to appear, cause i know you're tall. And because of the colour of the wheatfields. I can almost touch you. I really smell your bloody perfume. That sucks.
Last, your voice: i am afraid it will never leave me alone. I sometimes hear you during a teacher's speech, or when everything's silent. I imagine and recall all your words. Every single one. I hum like you. You make that noise with your tongue like me. This is the worst thing.