Your fawning eyes and petitioning stares...
they make me nauseous
your soft touch I find boring
eager to please? you’re sickening
don’t come to me with tales of love
promises of eternal adoration
come to me in hatred, in anger
come so I can let you see the real me
don’t give me the gift of your heart,
let me fight for it
of what value is a gift one gives
if it was given away so freely?