Do not tell me you love me if your love is attached to bloody lips and green bruises.
Do not tell me you love me if the late night sloppy I love yous are in a mental imagery of another.
Do not tell me you love me if the only reason you lay with me is due too the numbness of lonely carving a darker hole where your happy was.
Do not tell me you love me if it is conditioned.
Do not tell me you love me if everytime I look into the mirror and question my worth because you don't know mine.
Do not tell me you love me if I'm going to flinch everytime after you leave.
Do not tell me you love me unless you know what love is.












