Be Careful, My Mind

Try me again

and again

and again.

When my mind can always end of my love for you,

after which I start to ache none of your touch.

What lust of my hands do need of your skin near to touch,

within half of a microsecond,

pulled away like my face is a leper to you.

Am I really that repulsive,

am I really obnoxious,

am I so unclean,

that you can always make me lower than an earthworm.

With all of me and the unrequited emotional trauma

persists and consistent all of what past did shown me.

Go ahead trample on.

I know you enjoy my misery.

I know how much you love to see me not happy,

but within second and a half you kept saying.

"Can't you be happy for once"

While I laugh pretentious,

My love wanes.

The years of giving it all,

is losing its core.

I mean to say.

How much I want.

To realize.

Love is unmentionable in front of your eyes.