Shedding the past

Amazingly like summer blue.
My mind has transcended.
In it that forever i will be true.
To myself no matter what.
May transpire even worse than a wart;
generated after a skin treatment.
After a body massage.

But the message couldnt be clearer.
No longer bad luck to pat me on the rear.
For rather to be alone.
Than to live in total fear.
Of another one coming in only to rear a heartbreak

Someone once said
Life is better lived than conceptualized
Noeadays they come and leave.
Others just on short leave.
But once shed like a leaf
Like a tree it never grows back.
Dropped and immediately decay.