The Way I Lie
I don't want to see you again
and I don't miss you
I don't want to feel your skin
as it graces my own skin
I don't want to kiss your lips
during a foreign sunset in some foreign place
I don't want to marry you
on my great grandparents' farm
just like my parents did
I don't want to grow old with you
have children with you and watch them grow up
I don't want to sit on a porch swing with you
and atch the sun come up and go down
spend the day napping with you
and making pies and cakes and sharing them
And above all, I never want to lay down
for my last night of sleep next to you
because you are the only one I would want
to let my heart stop next to
and the only one I can trust to cry for me when I go still
No, I don't want any of this at all.
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