I'M Not Used To This, I Won'T Ever Be

You tell me to stop at the corner and say it in a way that sounds like you're going to burn down the world for me. You grab my face and kiss me as if already missing me, as if willing me to stay. The realization hits: No one has ever done anything for me before, and they have all left with so much more. Don't do this and make me like it. Don't do this as if you will stay. You don't belong to me and anyway, I was taught to be a loner, molded to fight my own ghosts. And being taken care of like a fragile petunia petal doesn't suit me anymore.