You cannot become my definition of you
the way my life to your wishes mold
and see yourself through my clouded eyes,
moments dictating your dreams in lieu
of a deserving life free of pain and lies
instead of my bed lonely and cold.
You cannot live through my loving smile
and sustain yourself in moments of desire
fed by the color of my skin lacking touch,
when nothing I offer makes it worthwhile
and everything I give will never be much
or enough to satisfy everything required.
You cannot entertain what means forever
while bathing in my words for you thereof
as words alone cannot shelter you from pain
a harsh reality engraved in words of never,
so don’t wish for everlasting care in vain
I cannot become your definition of love.