not anymore…

prompt from weekend wordsmith , carrying a grudge

you wish for my blessings
when you can’t even look into my eyes.
you hope for happiness
but everything’s barren, all are dry.
asking me to give you something…
something from my own will
how can you do that when
all our memories are nothing but ill.

this pain inside
is driving me wild,
how can you come back
and hope for something that last?

i wont make that genital embrace
i wont shed something
then leave you amused and amazed.
don’t talk..you need not to
just leave me alone, will you?