inconsiderate

[metaphorliteral]

You lead me down the roads I shouldn’t go.
You’re merciless, damming the river of my heart at its bow.
You’ve no consideration for the normal ebb and flow
of my emotions, and I can never say no.

My heart feeds on itself in my chest.
With anemones and rue my soul is dressed--
which I picked for myself, it must be confessed--
for you don’t send me flowers. Still, the best

I could hope for is you to surprise me.
There’s no reciprocation I can see,
although my love’s grown taller than a tree.
Please hear my voice and listen to my plea:

Just go away. Stay away. Leave me alone.
Don’t write. Don’t text. Don’t call me on the phone.