Spare Me...

Spare Me...
The hook-ups, the let-downs, the first dates, the heartaches, the butterflies, the "heartfelt" lies, the warm hand to hold, the demeanor that turns cold, the honesty, the "it's not you, it's me", the flirty hi's, the tearful goodbyes, the taste of your kiss, the way you are impossible not to miss.
Spare Me...
The sight of a crooked smile on your face, the memory of our last kiss that I can still taste, the feel of your hands holding my hips, the feel of your mouth pressing against my lips, the sound of your voice like my favorite song, the healing process that takes so long.
Spare Me...
The gutwrenching tears, the facing of fears, the emptiness, the loneliness, the crying myself to sleep, the overwhelming urge to weep, the happy memories....Please.
Give Me...
A clean slate, a last first date, a smile that I don't have to fake, a decision that is easy to make, a happiness inside of me, a path that I can see, a man who will not break my heart....Please, please, give me a fresh start...