Know not of what you desire of me,
But whatever it is, this can never be.
Whatever you get out the courage to say,
Sorry, but why should you have it your way.
Claiming if such an emotion can be real,
Is just something I just can't feel.
Love is but a four-letter fable,
Do not spill such prevarication across this table.
Hate me if you will,
But do not seek such a thrill.
I'm not the person you think I am,
This thing you call love is just one big shame.