Don’t

Don’t
Don’t talk like that
Don’t say those words
and expect me to forget
Don’t build it all up
just to let it fall apart
Don’t put something out there
that can’t be taken back
Don’t stretch out a hand
you won’t let me take
Don’t open that door
just to slam it in my face
Because I can’t help it
I’ll try to walk through
I’ll try to reach out
I’ll cling to every word that’s spoken
(even if I know better)
There’s a part of me
that really is that desperate
that really is that hopeful
always looking for an opening
It doesn’t understand
when you toss out hypotheticals
It can’t tell the truth
from vague possibilities
It just knows
that time is of the essence
and nothing lasts forever
and all the other cliches
It can see
that here we are together
and that we’re sharing moments
that in another world might mean more
Please
if you care at all
take heed of what you’re doing
We both know there’s nothing
So before you take it somewhere
we both now it cannot go
Don’t

First thing I’ve written in quite some time, inspired by all the “usual suspects” that my muse apparently enjoys drawing from. Y’know, one part personal experiences, a more-than-handful of exaggeration, mix in some external lyrical and poetic inspiration, and BAM! Instant freeform poetry.