Tell me to stop.
Tell me enough already,
that you want me to stop.
Tell me you don’t want my words or my heart.
Tell me that it can never happen
because of the distance or terrible timing
or because of her.
Tell me you could never love me like I deserve.
Tell me you’re not ready.
Tell me to stop being kind,
to stop being so caring and considerate.
Tell me you haven’t missed me the way I’ve missed you.
Tell me I’m making this difficult for you.
Tell me you care about me but can’t do anything about it.
Tell me you love me but can’t.
© Dearest Red 2015