Boy, don't tell me a lie.
Don't make me a promise you cannot keep.
I would rather live in the shadows,
then to be given light and to have the light taken away from me.
Don't write a poem for me.
I am not a girl who speaks and thinks about metaphors and the universe and love.

You talk about the seasons and you talk about our beginnings,
yet you cannot remember the trips you made to walk me home.
Now, would you believe me if i said i can tell you what month, day or hour it was?

So help me.
Don't talk to me because I have realised it was your words which hurt me most.
Don't promise me because I am always left with the shreds of your lies.
Don't write any more of your poems because I will keep them in my drawer but save it secretly in my heart.

Instead, cover my eyes and blind me.
Don't draw out this pain.
I have enough of your lies.
If you are going to try to give me a final promise,
Then the least you can do now
is to promise me
you will hurt me soon and break my heart swiftly.