Because you hurt me,
like, a lot.
But I'd never admit it.
I'm the strong one remember?
Untouchable, unbreakable, irresistible.

But you are irresistible to me,
so much that it hurts.
You hurt, you make me hurt.

Or you would,  
if I'd let you.
Like salt and carmel on my lips,
sticky and stinging and sweet,
you are on the tip of my tongue,
but I will not swallow.
I will not breathe.
You will not get inside of me.

I will leave you to sting,
as I glue my lips closed
with your sweetness.

Because you are like me:
untouchable, unbreakable, irresistible--
and together we would touch.
and be touched,
and tingle,  
and be irresistible
and we would break.

You would shatter me into a million pieces
and I would blow you to smithereens.
And then what would become of our stinging sweet love?