by Rob Vitaro, 2000

Because if I allow 
 you 
   to return, 
even though my mind 
is as serene as glass, 
  the very idea -- 
            no, the mere glimpse of 
                             thought -- 
   could SHATTER my being; 
 and though you warm 
   my heart 
 frighteningly, 
eerily, 

I cannot (I refuse) 
   to love you again  
 you creator of false peace, 
 you destroyer of hope, 
 you murderer of dreams. 

I am NOT Hamlet.

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