Don't tell me you love me.
I will believe you
and my heart will melt
to the bottom of my rib cage
and my stomach will forget its function
and my lungs will collapse.
And every time I'll look at you,
I'll envision amore coloring your eyes
instead of your striking blue orbs.
Don't tell me you love me.
I'll forget about myself
and will refuse to let you remember.
I'll push my plate toward you
when you finish yours.
I'll strip to my skin
and hand you my clothes
when there's a cold breeze.
I'll forget myself
and forget the reflection of the mirror.
Don't tell me you love me.
It'll drive me up the walls;
my sanity will become thin
just because you have said you love me,
and then my prime purpose
for my beating heart will be you.
Don't tell me you love me.
Your definition of love
does not match my own.
You'll give me the illusion
of me as your sun
when in reality
I am just the comfort of your bed.
Don't tell me you love me
when you know it'll end in tears
with shards of my heart
puncture in my lungs.
Don't tell me you love me.
Having someone's thought of love
in the palms of my handsand beneath the grasp of my fingers
makes me forget to hold my own.
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Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}