Please,

don't love me

not yet.

A warning

a wish

a desperate plea

to leave me intact.

Because love

for me

has always been

a death sentence.

Where dreams,

delusions,

wonderment go

to waste away

unfed and plucked

bone by bone

to softness and pulp,

a marvel of the macabre.

Love has been

the siren song

to which heartbreak comes clattering

as shipwreck to shore.

When wild storms dance a

frantic tango

with unwilling limbs

thrown from wooden safety

because they got too

close

to once calm waters.

And I get the impression

from you

that I am folly,

a fool's game,

a summer passing idly

and nothing, never great.

I am not a romance

or a sunny sky,

but commiseration

for a time that might have been.

At a café

long ago.

So please,

do not love me,

not yet.

If I am never your certainty

then please,

do not love me,

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

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