Don’t promise her the earth.

Don’t go to war.

Don’t fight a battle for me or your country.

Don’t promise you’ll be home safely when there’s no guarantee.

Don’t offer me your love 5 minutes before you have to leave.

Don’t call, don’t write, don’t text, don’t email.

Don’t talk to me about the last 5 years.

Don’t talk to me about the last 87 years.

Don’t tell me how you’ve been.

Don’t tell me about a marriage which never happened, about casinos and Italy, about money and politics.

Don’t reminise your selfish dreams.

Don’t threaten me with sharp hearts and loaded kisses.

Don’t make young girls cry.

Don’t attempt to revisit the past.

Don’t pull apart every little detail.

Don’t insinuate that I am the one.

Don’t tell me that I’m just a girl.

Don’t hang up.

Don’t answer my calls.

Don’t meet me for a drink, even if I beg you.

Don’t move across the country for me.

Don’t think about me, don’t talk about me.

Don’t go around breaking young girls hearts.

This entry was posted by Krissi Musiol on Tuesday, July 28th, 2009 at 7:37pm.
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