Stop
Please, stop… Please.
I’ve stopped it long ago,
Long enough for you to stop too.
I don’t love you…
But then why do I in all sobriety
Keep counting every step you’ve taken from me?
I don’t want you.
But I want you here…
We know how to keep our distance;
One simple touch a day
If that much, I shall say…
But we’re not frightened of anything.
I am strong, you’re strong.
Why not fight those silly feelings?
Or as it turns out slightly tough,
Just hide them till they turn to dust…
See I balance with melodies
You equate your numbers
But nothing comes to equal
When it comes to our problems:
Both pushing from opposite sides
We’re either cold or almost tied
And when it seems clear in your voice
You’ll come up with some other noise
And I’ll be here, you’ll be there…
We’re sure apart, but you’re everywhere!
And just as one day you’ll give it all
Next day you’ll only leave a whole.
And so I’ll ask you now once more:
Please, stop… Please.
I’ve stopped it long ago,
Long enough for you to stop too.
I don’t love you…
… So please stop making me do so.
Copyright © Rita Faria | Year Posted 2011
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