no more, i beg of you, no more,

what is it you ask of me, my soul, my heart,

in silence you set and stare, not acknowledging my tears, as they become your conquer.

i give what, not you ask for, but what i know you desire, like the buring kiss you put on my lips,

yes my love i beg of you no more, what hand does faith give me,

foolishly i cover my hand to my heart, to see if the beaten of pain has subsided, and it has not.

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this love of a man hurts me, like the crushing of my veins that pump my blood, i am backed into a corner, like the knife that covers my wrist,

what percentage of love that does not conceal your hurt, i give you more.

response,

you ask not of me love, but obsession, obsession of the heart, taking of the mind, and a blanket that covers my world,

you ask me not frienship or compaionship, but a regret that we met,

no my love, love is not what you speak, it is the voice of insanity i hear that comes from you,

your smoothering words cut like the love you say you give, and it is this i hide from, a room does not shield me ,an address does not hide me, and i say go,

and it is this that brings out my fear, no my love, i beg of you know more.