Common sense


Do not look at me with your beautiful eyes
that have pierced even the thickest of skins. Do not
Listen to my voice with your heart like you would
as easily as breathing. Do not take in the scent
of my skin that burns at you sight. Do not
Taste my emotion which is rich in flavor and as
bitter as dust. And I beg of you, do not touch me
with your warmth and kindness that envelopes me
like a child in his mother's bosom.

I refuse to be comforted by your weave
of fiction and fantasy. I will not be the
victim of illusion, a child's fair-tale.
So I command, I bed, I plead:
'Do not love me!'

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