Wishes for the New Year

Let my wounds become occasion for your joy,
let my tears become rain-soaked monsoon for you;
but I do not want to be anyone to you.

Let the pain frozen in my chest become clouds in your courtyard,
let all I could not have become the reason for your success;
but may I never be able to be anyone to you.

Let my waiting become waste of time for you,
let ignoring me become a source of pleasure for you;
yet may no one like me ever be yours.

Let casting me out make space in your heart for someone new,
let your new beginning's story stand upon my ending;
whatever happens, I no longer want to live with you as my purpose.

Let slandering me become your consolation,
may the one you love also love you;
I never want to sacrifice this cheap life of mine for someone precious like you.