Stop, Please

“stop looking at me like we are still in love,

it makes me wanna kiss you until I remember that I never once stopped.

stop asking me how I am,

it makes me wanna crumble and break and tell you how it feels like when I’m not with you.

stop telling me about yourself,

it makes me wanna rip your clothes off and take a closer look at where the pain is.

stop talking to me,

it makes me want to tell you about everything I should have said but didn’t or couldn’t.

stop loving me,

please.”