Adoration,
adulation,
is not what I need,
because all I need is time to breathe,
because this love is far too claustrophobic for me,
and your love is incessant in its bombacity,
and it is too much,
far too much for me,
and although you have good intentions,
and a good heart,
you suffocate me,
you suffocate me and I cannot breathe,
and it stifles me,
it stifles me,
and our love is on the wrong track,
and I try to tell you politely,
but you do not listen to me,
and soon, if this continues,
I shall end it all,
because this love,
this love is the anathema of what I need,
and I don't wish to be cruel,
because our love was good,
but you are drowning me,
you are drowning me,
with your worry and your jealously,
and by coveting me,
like all the precious jewels in the world,
and by wanting no one else to share my life with me,
even as friends,
and I am because of it starting to feel dead inside,
and our love it is becoming a tragedy,
a tragedy,
and love should not be a tragedy,
no, it shouldn't,
but a tragedy is what you are turning our love into,
oh, please can't you realise,
please can't you see,
that this kind of love is no good for you,
and that this kind of love is no good for me.
