don't say you love me
you say it freely and passionately because you have no obligations
you're leaving
there are no consequences or responsibilites
for you
you love me, you say
but how about me?
what about me, when you leave
what am I going to do with myself
with your love
which you pronounce so convincingly right now
a large part of me wants to be convinced
but why should I be if I know that this is a fruitless endeavour
and that I'll be left behind
with the places
with the weather
with the impossible task of dissociating them from you
from my pathetic broken heart
so no, I do not accept that
I cannot accept your love