Don't, for today will be the last time you give me this excuse.
Don't, because i'm not sure it is an excuse.
Don't, for I don't know how I feel, or how you feel and it scares me.
Don't, because we fight every other day but in-between those days you are my light.
Don't, leave for I may be unable to see.
Don't, because if I trip and fall in this darkness, you won't be there to catch me.
Don't, for a million reasons I tell myself over and over after a fight.
Don't, because you get angry sometimes and i'm the recipient.
Don't, for "because I love you" may not work anymore.
Because i loved that vase you broke with rage.
Because i loved the way we used to be.
Because i love many intangible things that have to go soon.
Because YOU DON'T LOVE ME.
Because you shold treat me like glass you walk around in fear of breaking.
Because you shouldn't call me out my name and threaten to kill me.
Because you should treasure me and my heart for who I am and love.
Because you shouldn't tell me to leave every other second and then pull me closer.
You don't love me, you love the idea of me.
You don't need me, you need someone to hate.
You. Don't. Love. Me. You love yourself.