Don't Love Me

Don't tell me that you love me. If you give me those words I wouldn't know what to do. My hands are too tiny, I couldn't carry something so mighty. My heart is too cold, those words are too warm for me to hold. My mind is too complex, I'm just not a potential love prospect. I'm not trying to be subtle. Save yourself the trouble, I'm not worth the struggle. Don't see me as the missing piece to your puzzle. If love was a game I would've dropped the ball not one time but a dozen. So if love makes you stumble make sure you don't fall, because I'm not good at loving at all. 

And this might sound twisted but I'm being realistic. In the court of life I'm the judge who got myself convicted. If making yourself unavailable was a talent I'd be gifted. I do want love, but I try to make sure love doesn't want me. From my perspective it's about being protective. The world is already so hectic with love being an epidemic. Making me skeptic about what's real and what isn't. Confined in my mental prison I seem to have no room to go on a loving expedition. 

So Cupid listen, please keep a distance. I don't want your assistance, so don't make me your mission. You'd have to be a magician to find someone who is willing to be my new beginning. Love is not safe in my palms. My arms can't provide security. It's better if I stay alone. It's not how I want it to be but I see it as no other choice for me. Then every heart can remain whole and every soul will be pain free. I see how this doesn't sound logical but love just doesn't seem possible and you know what's ironical? The only guarantee this analogy has shown is that I might save someone's heart, but the one I will break is my own.  

Author's Note

Another lengthy piece! I'm trying to explore poetic story telling a bit. Any tips about something I can add to clarify a point more/take away something or idk what, everything is welcome!