Don't love me
Sure, I like it
You are always happy to see me
Make time for me
Notice the little things:
new haircut, new dress, sparkle in my eye
Happy for my success
Proud of me, even in my failure.
But no
Don't love me
Don't obligate me
Let me be selfish
Come to You when I wish
Not because You are waiting
Please
Don't love me
Let me run from man to man,
None of them important
None of them irreplaceable
If one isn't interested-
there's a thousand more
Oh, please
Don't love me
Don't make me want more than I can have
Or ask me for more than I can give
I need safety and security,
my children and my parents
security for the long run
That which You can't give
No
Don't love me
Take me
Fuck me
Use me
Shove Your cock down my throat for my pleasure
But don't hold me in Your arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Don't warm my soul and then send me home
Please
Don't love me
Let me yearn for You
Wish, hope, want
Let me fantasize and imagine
Stay steady, just beyond my grasp
But no
Don't love me
Look at me with cold, dispassionate eyes
Evaluate me
Assess me
Give me the truth
Want me, but no
Don't love me.
What happens if You do?
Then what?
We keep wanting more
More
More
At some point, there is no more
Then what?
We have to stop?
Oh please. Please.
Don't love me
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1 comment:
And there it is... the dichotomy. The conflict. We want to love, to be loved. We want to touch souls... but souls are sticky things, and if you ever pull them apart again they are never quite the same. Loving is scary, risky; a whip is a much less dangerous thing to play with than loving words.
A wonderful piece.
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