<h1>Don’t Make Me Love Again</h1>

Bitter is the taste of defeat on my tongue

Though I have never had regrets before

Maybe you’re the first one

It hurts to think of how I tried to make you smile

And behind my back you’re laughing now

You have been laughing all the while

For years and years I’ve tried to hide

Behind my shell

Sideways stepped to claim my prize

Wore out my day pass to hell

And now I wear this cloak of desperation

There is only so much, until...

This silence that now holds me thrall

This protection behind my bunker wall

I will enclose my heart, trapped within

No longer will I let myself sing

I struggle to get the right words out

I fight reason with this weight of doubt

If there is a refuge somewhere, show me now?

I want to escape...

Now I see you... you’re smiling

The cradle of your arms... inviting

The raft of my life tossed on these high seas

Rescue me; I plead.

Let us not play with words of hurt

Let us not play with words of blame

I take the knife you pass me, handle first

Only I take it by the blade

The blood I draw is flamed red

Of the mixed messages inside my head

I am writing poetry in the sand

On this page the words are perfect

But where the greedy ocean eats the land

My words I have to forfeit

This silence that now holds me thrall

This protection behind my bunker wall

I will enclose my heart, trapped within

No longer will I let myself sing

I struggle to get the right words out

I fight reason with this weight of doubt

If there is a refuge somewhere, show me now?

And in the crystal shards of time

Once where I drew a line

In the cracked faces of age and space

I must begin a new race

For the past is gone, the past is dead

But the memories alive inside my head

Threaten to drag me into the black

But I cannot return; I must not go back!

And when this evening’s work is done

And the moon once more is claimed by the sun

Maybe it would be for the best

To lay this broken love to rest

Don’t make me love again (this love, dying)

Don’t make me love again (this love, dead)

Don’t make me love again (these words, buried)

Don’t make me love again (my soul at rest)