Writer's Companion

Writer's Companion

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Don't Love Me

Don’t Love Me

The darkness flows inside these veins,
The pain comes back again.
I wish I didn't have to feel
I wish I couldn't hear their cries.


You talk of love as if you know how it feels,
Your words mean nothing to me.
I've never felt love so how do I know if it's even real?

You say you can see inside my soul through my eyes,
But that just makes me want to hide.
Don’t tell me you love me,
You don’t know the evil that lies inside.
You can’t see the darkness that is buried inside this soul.
You say you are falling for me,
I say don’t.
Don’t ever feel anything for me,
Not someone like you.

Love is pain and hate and rage,
It’s what I write about upon this page.
I use the words to express things I cannot feel
To tell other’s that love is not real.

The wings of a bird fly on the breeze,
The wind moans through the trees,
The sky is blue and the grass is green.
These are real, things I've seen.
I can’t see love and I can’t hear it,
I've never tasted, never felt it.

I don’t believe the words upon your lips.
My trust has been broken into bits.
Dreams smashed and a heart betrayed.
Hidden behind a wall that failed.

Leave me now.
Find the light somewhere else,
Look into another’s eyes and tell them what you must,
Make them believe your lies and build a wall of trust.
Leave me here, alone and bare, dying in the dust.
Let love be what you feel and see,
Because I scream, don't love me.

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