Please don’t
let this happen.
Don’t force the issue
and make me be cruel to you.

There are so many things
that shouldn’t be said
that would explode
our uneasy equilibrium.
It’s a razor’s and she we walk
and I spend so much time
just balancing it.

What you’re considering
is going to leave us all
with bloody feet
or split in two
or dead or divorced
or something.

Don’t do it.
Don’t make this happen.
Don’t ask me
what that outfit does for your ass.