GET LOST, AND BON VOYAGE

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali What now? Why are you knocking at my door again? Why are you on your knees? But you said I am not your type! But you said I am not your match! I swallowed all that with pain You are back Endless apologies vibrating over your lips And you expect me to welcome you back And you expect me to forgive you And when have I become your type? And when have I become your match? I am happy now, much more happy now minus you Get lost, and bon voyage