Don't Tell Me

Don’t tell me how I feel.

Don’t tell me what is real.

Don’t pretend to care

when you are not there.

Don’t get in touch six months

down the line.

To say hello I was just

thinking of you.

I don’t want to be your friend

or make soulless small talk

that does nothing for me or you.

Once the passion has popped.

Like a deflated balloon

or a fallen sun.

Conversation feels flat

like a blunt dart

aimed squarely at my heart.

Reminding me of lost trust

that’s turned my heart to rust.

However I tell you I am fine.