DON’T!

Don’t speak to me.

I don’t want to be near you.

Don’t speak to me.

I don’t want to hear you.

Gone are the days 

When sweet talking was your way,

And I melted with love

Each time you came to see me.

Where did that lovely man go?

Now a fist comes to hurt me.

I never know when,

A cuddle comes first, 

Then a bruise to shame me.

I tried leaving several times before.

But you poured out your sorries,

Saying, “I will never do it again.”

Each time, I believed you. 

Not any more.

Don’t speak to me

I never want to hear you.

I never want to be near you.

That’s a ring at the door. 

The police are here.

I am finally leaving.

And you are going, too,

Where you will never hurt anyone any more.

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