My Dear
I don’t have to cover the sun for you.
If it bothers you
I’ll blow it up.
Would you like that?
What would you like?
Would you like to be healthy?
Because I won’t give you medicine;
I’ll take any disease from you.
Would you like that?
Only, I’m not going to love you,
I’m not going to tolerate you,
Be angry at you,
Be sad for you.
If I can make you happy,
I’ll get rid of anyone who bothers you.
If you die, you’ll be saved,
Oh, but I won’t.
Only, I’d have to die with you.
And remember:
I’m not going to worship you,
Be with you or
Hurt myself because of you.
I’ll never come close to you.
But if you’re unhappy
I’ll tell you a story
So that you survive
And I don’t die
With you.
Would you like that?
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