Stop. Stop it right there.
It’s for the best that you’re not here at all.
It’s for the best that you won’t call me anymore.
It’s for the best that distance would grow like
flowers in between our souls.

You see, I fell for you,
the moment you said my name.
How could you not have seen that?
How could you not have figured it out?
From that moment, and from this very moment,
right here, where we stand;

And the in-between, from the reckless kisses
you planted like time bombs ticking against my skin;
I’ve mistaken them for flowers and light feathers;
they seemed so innocent as your blank stares,
but never have I been so wrong.

And the drunken poetry I left bare before you?
Like my skin you thought you rightfully owned?
How could you not have fallen for my honest words?

And then somebody told me, but not soon enough;
you kissed another girl, but this time
the kisses weren't time bombs, with the intention
of destructing a heavy heart;
This time, with her, the kisses were gentle;
They were pure. And knowing you,
you don’t always speak the truth.

And then you asked me last night,
"Do you love me?" I said no,
not at all; well, I love you, yes.
But I love everyone.

That makes us both liars, then.

So stop, please, stop it right there,
How many lies do you have
hidden like sharp blades
beneath your tongue?
Because I already ran out of excuses
not to love you in the morning,
And I might not make it through the night.

At least let me make it through the night.