RUN

Don't be nice to me.
Don't tell me I'm
pretty
or
intelligent
or
sweet
or
kind.
Don't compliment me.
Don't tell me I
dress well
or
I'm beautiful
or
I'm talented.
Don't tell me you love my
hair
or
my smile
or
my eyes.

Don't for one second think you
are safe with me.  I will
latch on
hold on
tag along
and cut off your air supply.
I will
tease you
compliment you
beg for your attention
and not let go.

I will
kill you with my honesty
and choke you with my affections.
I dream too much
I need too much
I want too much
I require so much more than you can give me.
So if you don't want the burden
(and who does?)
then run.

Run
fast
hard
far
long
until you can't
hear my voice
or
see my tears
or
feel my touch.

Trust me.
You don't want me in any
shape
form
fashion.
I'm only looking out for you.
So run...
and don't look back.