Don’t make me love you, not in that way.
Not in a way where you pretend to reach out to me and make it seem like you are so close.
When in reality, you are so out of reach.
Not in a way where every song I listen to will have something that will remind me of you;
Reminding me of how I can never seem to silence the voice inside my head that knows nothing but say your name.
Not in a way where your eyes are both the anchor that holds me down and the ocean that I drown in.
Not in a way where the word impossible loses its meaning and I am convinced, although almost insanely, that you love me, too.
Not in a way where I feel nothing but dead butterflies in my stomach still fluttering, reminding me of a love that died a long time ago but the remnants of it still remains and still haunts me.
Not in that way.
Not when I somehow managed to cross the bridge and burn it only to find out I was still standing on the wrong side.
Not in a way a broken record keeps playing, even if it never gets to move because it is stuck playing that same note, over and over again and it sounds exactly like ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’.
Don’t make me love you, not when I know you will never stay.