Don’t touch me,
If you do not want to.
I am more than
My love for you.
It may be full,
It can be blind,
It is what elsewhere
You will never find!
I am beautiful
And I am kind;
I have a heart;
I have a mind;
I am my body
And though it wants you –
Do not touch me,
If you do not want to.
Insecurity is not at all flattering:
It reeks of imagined loss and current fear;
The former hasn’t happened quite yet;
The latter forgets all who hold you dear.
The night brings it back,
When lovers snore and sleep;
And all you do is gaze into the dark,
Wondering if it’s truly that deep.
Anxiety may follow suit and soon –
But –
You ejaculate in your hand!
A calm replaces the tumult
And fear is no longer that grand.
Loss still remains. So you bear it;
You recall you have borne it before!
You understand you can and will bear it,
Even if life makes it erupt once more.
All of your promises have a shelf life.
There is no chance any of them shall stick.
You speak them to merely stop present strife;
Once that is done, their purpose seeks death quick.
Your promises are very lightly made.
You do not think of them as forever.
They are fake light that only causes shade,
Without the wherewithal to endeavour.
I wish you understood what vows must be;
They are the parents of hope and trust;
Your mind can’t grasp what it cannot see;
And all we end up with is useless dust.
I know this now and all my hope lies dead;
There is nothing now to be heard or said.
Hearts Still Care 
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