Don't give me Never's and a mouth full of Forever's,
I know your kind.
You are human and
Us humans speak in grandness by starlight
But wake in the gutters of our lives
Unsure of how we got there.
We give because we think, "Oh why not?"
And when the Why Not becomes apparent
We change, like the tide.
Don't talk to me about how you
Will Never wish me gone,
Will Always want to hear me speak.
There is no guarantee, not even for you.
Don't make those promises to me,
And do not make them to yourself-
You are only what the world has made,
And the world makes nothing permanent.
Don't speak to me in Never's and Forever's.
Don't patronize me.
Don't give me a blanket statement, that has (seemingly) no expiration date
Just so that each time you meet my eyes you do not have to face how your heart is inside that second.
Don't speak to me in Grandness, in Permanence.
Only tell me that Now, on This Day,
You are not tired of me
Yet.