What can you give me
Except for false words that dance between your lips.
A waltz to the sound of my breaking heart
And chorus on the tears that fell.
I would rather have an explanation
Worth a thousand ball gowns,
Embroidered in gold floss.
Or an understanding
Clearer than freshly cleaned windowpanes.
That surrounds the withered gardens of my inner castle.
What can you give me
If not a bouquet of flowers
Drenched in black and as crisp as autumn leaves
Dried on the walkway around my towering fences.
Delicately move away from me,
Ever so subtly so that your footprints do not stain my cashmere carpets.
I don’t need your backwards aid,
Nor a breathing kiss,
Nor a defibrated touch to the heart.
Just leave me be,
And stay away from my inner castle,
because you cannot give me anything.
