Some Poems

[Nerdanel]

You should've warned me,
you should've told me not to look.
You could've saved me,
you could've given back what you took.

Don't you ask me about gender,
we are what we are and want to be.
I don't label a defender
of your faith, so don't you name me.

Don't tell me about your lust,
I know what you feel and it's not me.
Go ahead and show me if you must,
if me crying is what you want to see.

Don't even talk to me about touch,
for it's all I sense, all I see.
My hands reach out, I want it too much,
won't you ever set me free?

So please don't mention hope,
I know that nothing's for free.
Stop now, I might still be able to cope,
even though I lost the key.

Don't you dare come closer,
or try to find my old key.
You're nothing but a poser,
and there will never be a we.

I should've warned you,
I should've made me go away
when I still knew what to do,
when I hadn't become a cliché.