"please don't go," i whisper
into the curves of his lips.
[clutching his fingers to my chest]
i smile, lest he notice
the trembling tears upon my cheek
but it's too late, i'm weak,
and crumbling at his feet.
"please stay," i breathe
into the palm of his hand.
[as i press a kiss to his skin]
his eyes peruse me with innocent disdain
and suddenly 'i love you'
sounds like a ridiculous refrain.
"but i love you," i gasp
with the last vestige of my pride.
[feeling his fingers slip from my touch]
i can't; it's too much,
so I allow my dewy eyes reprieve
yet somehow through the darkness
i see him leave
i see him leave.