Do Not

Do not tell me that you love me,

Do not tell me that you care.

Do not tell me that you love my eyes,

Do not tell me your future plans.

Do not tell me how you adore the night sky,

Do not tell me about each dazzling star,

Do not ruin these things for me.

Because I know the second you say

that you love me

is the second you’ll decide to set me free.

So please,

do not tell me you love carnivals,

for I still want to enjoy them.

Do not tell me you love my kisses,

so I do not grow a hatred for my lips.

Do not tell me you love this earth,

because I know when you leave,

I’ll no longer love this planet.

I’ll resent it

for reminding me of you.

So please,

tell me you hate the moon,

so I can continue loving it.

Tell me you hate the air,

so I can inhale it deeply again.

Tell me you hate my soul,

so I can work on repairing it.

Tell me you hate my scars,

so I can heal them.

Tell me you hate the negativity in me,

so I can learn to love the positivity.