Love Me, At Your Own Risk

Do not love me

Because somedays

I do not even love myself

You make passes

And flirt with me

But none of that helps

I do not deserve what you offer

Your love

Your Sweet gestures

For when you present those to me

I become the Author of a story

I do not intend to give a happy ending to this story

A player of a game

That will mock his opponent

By not even finishing the game

Once he has seen victory in his grasp

A procrastinator

That will end everything

With you

By doing nothing

With you

Just

Forgetting you.