Love me without rhetoric

Don’t say that I am different,
Don’t say that I am special,
Don’t say that the wind would stop whispering without me
Don’t say that I make you feel like all that clichéd stuffs they have to say

And then leave me

Don’t surprise me when I am dead asleep with your falsettos,
Don’t surprise me with cats- bring- home kind of mess
Don’t surprise me with all the flowers the florist around the block has
Don’t surprise me on the darkest of days with cakes and cuddles and say it is my birthday

And then leave me

Surprises do not amuse me any more
They shake me with an unexpected fear – a premonition
Loving my normal self, making me feel like an ordinary person
Loving me because you really love me and you really do

Love me without rhetoric

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