I don't care if you are beautiful,
I am done with you
I don't care that I love you
I don't care about our past,
I don't care about our future
because love was meant to last
I don't care for your intentions,
I don't care for your mistakes;
I don't care for our desires
This must end before I break
I don't mean it for a minute,
I don't mean it for a year
I mean:
I can't bear this feeling
of you calling me your "Dear"
while you test that my heart beats
for you through the test of time
while you promise me your friendship
when devotion is but mine
I don't want to hear your sweet voice
I don't want to read your words
and should you chance upon me
please don't ask that I abjure
either love or firm abstinence
for my heart and mind must heal
I have chosen life without you
'til your heart you will reveal
Without love, there's no friendship
without friendship is no love
possible between two people who
may swear to skies above
that they are true, that they love,
that they care for one another purely
and yet, wish for something different...
as when you ask me to demurely
sit, or walk, or feel for you,
abnegating all my soul,
deprecating all I value
and then, playfully, cajole
me into bearing, yet again,
my heart
such is neither kind nor true
I don't care that you are beautiful
I must be done with you
