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Do not tell me I am beautiful.

I might fall in love.

As I stare into this cup full of stars,

Their reflections,

And the reflections of my eyes,

Cover me with pinpricks of light.

I hang my head, avert my soul,

For I cannot love you;

It kills me.



Do not ask me questions.

The answers hang,

side-by-side within me,

And should you touch one,

They would shatter.

And still more reflections,

Would lay about me,

As if this bed of nails was not enough.



Do not search for me.

I cannot allow you to find,

Anything I know,

It would be erased, obliterated,

The petals fall,

Their completeness disassembled,

As he treads on them,

But does not see,

My destruction.



Do not call my name.

Should I reply,

The world would pause to take a breath,

And I might lose you,

Forever is too long,

To wait, yet too short to hold.

Your arms are not strong enough,

To lift this burden.



Do not travel to me,

The world and sights are not to be,

Seen alone, is how I am,

How I will stay,

And the strings binding me here,

Will never absorb,

Enough knowledge and water,

To allow me to release,

This death grip on my words.



Do not honor me,

I have given you only what you deserve,

And torn from my branch,

By a careless man,

I am thrown to the wind,

Unable to control my path.

The rainbows, I discover,

Are only teardrops collected,

In my outstretched hand.



So do not,

For I cannot.