don’t come any closer, don’t, you just might break my heart all over again, but I let you do it, over and over, again and again, why, am I a masochist, do I long for your pain, I am strong, I can withstand your beautiful brown eyes, the perfect wisps of your hair, the citrus soapy scent you always carry, your eyelashes, the way they line the almond shape of your eyes, the dimple on your left side, get your hands off of me, I don’t want you, can’t you see I don’t want you, you don’t know, how can you ever know, how much you’ve hurt me, you’re selfish, you think I want you, god, you know I want you, but I can’t, I won’t, don’t come any closer, nails down my spine, you make my knees weak, the smoothness of your fingers gliding across my bare neck, your perfect lips, shades of pink interlaced with ardent passion, no, don’t do this, don’t come any closer – don’t, whispers, the heat, short of breath – don’t, do you not understand, I can’t have my heart broken anymore – don’t come any closer … don’t.