Not Necessary

My darling, you have

A propensity for describing

Who we are,

And I don't know

What I can do to make known

In a manner delicate enough

That I don't care for you.

I cannot list my distaste

At your romantic attempts

When I myself fail

To desire your attentions.

For now, I'll allow

Your world to spin around me

And you to picture me just so.

For your unrequited love

Will be your own downfall.