Don’t call me every hour,
Don’t buy me every flower.
Don’t turn my whim into your goal
Don’t let me take over your soul!
Don’t get a tattoo of my name.
That I am yours – do not proclaim.
Don’t beg me for a date.
When I am gone, don’t ever wait.
Don’t breathe through me,
Don’t live only for my touch.
Don’t love me so much.
it reminds me of ‘New York Waiting’ (movie)..
why da f*ck it had to be this way?
Comment from: natasha [Visitor]
This poem touched me loads. I’ve known about its existence for at least a year, yet every time I read it again, this feeling of deep sadness overwhelms me. So beatles-simple, so true, so painful.
I’ll definitely watch ‘New York Waiting’, now that I’ve read ‘unkind’s’ meditation on love found and lost (…and found again?). Would be nice if your romanticism and way of thinking became a norm for all men out there. Would be awesome! Hope you’re better now?
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