what am i to you? seriously?

what am i to you?
looking around
i see
everyone -is - something
to you...
or has been
to you -
at some time or another-
and i don't want to be
somewhere on your list of many
i don't want to be
mixed up in the masses
i don't want to be
one of the ones lost between the pages
lost between the lines
lost somewhere between the in between days
i don't want to be just a name or face
if i can't be the one
i'd rather just say fare thee well-
and think of it as just another slip
another slip up
i need to clean up
another bad mark
to mark down in my book
it was fine while it lasted
less fine thinking that i mean nothing to you
-good sex if anything
i'd rather just leave you with all your others
the new mornings
of a new dawn
i'd rather leave you
and forget
the memory of us -
and all the secret nights
hidden shadows
i'd rather forget-
the memory of you and i
must leave
so i can move on
and take it as a lesson learned
c'est la vie---