DON'T

Don’t talk to me of love that
exists only in
your twisted mind.
You think I am merely a spoiled child
who has no clue how to
express my
own tender feelings.
I do; you merely have no idea
how to accept them.

Don’t tell me that I have no
compassion in my voice,
or don’t know how to be sorry.
Comparing me to that wench
that lives in your head and
nowhere else
on the face of earth
gives you no handle on
reality.

Don’t cry to me of love taken away
from you, hidden
by me where you can’t see it.
I didn’t take
everything you had, you chose
something else in its place.

Don’t call me again to whisper
how no other can turn you on like me,
please you like me,
or how much you love and need me.
All you need is hidden
deep within your own tormented world
spinning out of control
so quickly that you can never seem
to catch it anymore.

Don’t tease me with half meant dreams
until you can say out loud
that you love
your self.
Let my soul heal
from all the painfilled, distressed words
that you screamed in my ears
to unfold my sanity.