Do not hold me too close,
do not,
yes,
I am not one that finds it easy to forget,
and your words are never to be forgot,
for they were bitter and twisted,
and negative and malicious,
and they've cut me inside,
oh, how they have torn me to shreds,
and I truly feel like I have died,
and there are tears,
beginning to form in your eyes,
but, no, no, do not try to hold me,
for I only have anger and the pain in me,
and I am not of a mood to be verbose,
no, no verbal dexterity for me,
as your tears of regret,
they come instantly,
and I look at you,
with such anger inside,
and you look back at me,
with such tears in your eyes,
oh, those soft gentle eyes,
full of regret,
and full of sorrow,
and full of the repercussions of your vicious words,
and your vicious lies,
words and vicious lies,
that I cannot instantly wipe from my mind,
words that have shattered my heart into pieces,
and that have left me,
like a volcano inside,
and that have left me ready to explode,
at any further words that may utter forth,
from your wicked tongue,
if you would be so stupid to add more insults,
to the vicious words that you uttered before,
but I doubt it,
and for hours I expect,
countless expressions of remorse,
and sorrowful regret until I soften,
oh, how complex love is,
and how often,
how often it teeters on a knifes edge,
and how hard it is to forget,
vicious words and lies,
that damage the heart and the mind,
and how painful the battlefield of love is,
how painful when love goes wrong,
and there is mistrust in your heart,
yes, mistrust that won't die,
and how crucifying it is,
as those vicious words,
they linger in your mind,
and in your heart,
and they twist you up in such an art,
and oh, how awfully they suffocate you,
and kill you inside.
