Don't

[livecarpediem]

Don't write me letters
Don't give me roses
Don't hold me like that

Don't make me breakfast
Don't buy me dinner
Don't rub my back

Don't call me day and night
Don't play me songs you write
Don't talk so pretty

Don't whisper in my ear
Don't play with my hair
Don't kiss me like you love me

And don't tell me
that you love me
When you really don't know
if you really even love me
at all.

Tonight
I shed black tears for you
Tears of pain
for lost joy
for past memories
of confusion
making me see
in red and black
the gritty truth.

Atleast now you've told me.