I'M Not Used To This, I Won'T Ever Be
You tell me to stop at the corner
and say it in a way
that sounds like
you're going to burn down the world for me.
You grab my face and kiss me
as if already missing me,
as if willing me to stay.
The realization hits:
No one has ever done anything
for me before,
and they have all left with so much more.
Don't do this
and make me like it.
Don't do this
as if you will stay.
You don't belong to me and anyway,
I was taught to be a loner,
molded to fight my own ghosts.
And being taken care of
like a fragile petunia petal
doesn't suit me
anymore.
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