Don't look at me with hope.
Don’t look at me with the shine of forever
or the gloss of happily ever after’s.
Don’t touch me with the ghost of your lips
or the whisper of your fingertips.
Not with the gasps
the murmurs
the breaths of plans
of a life that’s stuck in nothing.
I am not your savior; I am not the one.
My heart is a rock the size of my fist
And it knows only how to hurt.