please
i’m running out of reasons why you shouldn’t do it.
all the ones that still ring true,
i’ve told you a thousand times.
all the others have been torn from us
in greedy handfuls,
taking strips of our flesh under nails.
i’m getting a little bit desperate,
and you’re getting desperate too.
you shouldn’t do it
because i’m selfish,
because i want you here with me
forever, like a caged animal
who would just get hit by a car if i set you loose.
what kind of excuse is that?
what kind of asshole am i?
you shouldn’t do it
because you’ll take a handful of me with you.
fuck, why shouldn’t you
have something to remember me by,
if remembering is still possible?
you shouldn’t do it
because the crater your absence will leave
will destroy the world.
are you foolish enough to believe
your presence could save it?
fuck.
please just don’t,
and don’t ask me why not.
just trust me.
please just trust me
this one time,
about this one thing.
follow me beyond where words can reach,
where you no longer have to ask the question
because you already know the answer,
and i promise,
i’ll never ask anything of you
ever again.
please.