For anyone who wants my love, here, you can have it.
Openly, vulnerably, genuinely; it is yours.
But for anyone who wants my mind you have run out of time.
I have no ‘free’ game to offer or words of advice.
My mind has been tainted. I need a cleansed mind.
It does not think about butterflies, mermaids, and fairies anymore.
Freely given to anyone who asked… I allowed my mind to be beaten, battered and harassed
For now, you are no longer welcomed in my amygdala.
I don’t want memories of you and I.
I no longer desire to create any lasting, anything.
I’m fed up of lost dreams.
You can have my love.
Without spending time.
Without connecting dots.
We will coexist.