stop giving me false hope to cling onto—
there’s nothing there.
i’m tired;
i’m drained.
my love for you—once ever-present and clear—now a burden, dry and bare.

all the pleading
to let me adore you;
you could not have said once,
‘i don’t see a future beside you’?

i am in shambles
over a lover
i never had,
nor never knew.
how to love one who never loved you?
don’t.

~g.r.~