Love me not...

Won’t anybody listen to my cries of sorrow?
Can't you hear it? The ripping of my heart?
I always look forward, to tomorrow,
Hoping that each new second will tear us apart.
For your apparent love, and my undying apathy...
For you I will step into unknown days,
So that I don't break apart; hysterically,
And break what's left of my "blissful" ways.
So I listen to uneven rain on my windowsill...
Counting the drops, waiting for insanity,
Until I declare in a bold voice, "I will, I will,
Break what's left of our humanity."
I hum our broken song,
With the rain to keep my time.
My mind fails to go along,
As I make our twisted rhyme:
"Round and round, our roses red,
Down and down, fall the graceful dead,
Swing round, swing round your broken soul,
And sing our song till your eyes go dull."
I watch your heart stop, feel your breath slow.
I watch your eyes dull, feel your smile fade.
And smile at the lost glow
Of a love repaid.