You throw it too casually, unconcerned with where it lands, if it gets you what you want.
Please don’t say you’re thinking of me tonight, or in the morning, or any time at all.
Your thoughts are fickle and dripping with fantasy.
Please don’t look at me like I matter more.
Your mask is cracked and I no longer care to pretend.
Please don’t call be baby.
Your arms were never meant to be my home.
Please don’t claim to miss me,
You were always one step from walking away.
Please don’t speak my name again….
You are tearing me from the Light.