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It's Unusual, I know

Dec 2, 2024
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Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By Ashton Hope


“I love you”

no no no don’t say it.

don’t say it cause every time you do,

you leave.

you leave and you come back

and you leave again.

and I'm tired.

I'm tired, my love.

my eyes bleed

cause water isn’t enough to express my sorrow;

my lips part to scream

if only there was more time to borrow;

my mind sleeps

waiting for tomorrow.

are the trinkets in your room not enough,

that you have to break my heart?

don’t say it.

don’t say it and break the cycle.

don’t say it and i’ll make a room in my house

with football posters and periodic tables.

don’t say it and i’ll rip out my heart for you

so it can pump you blood every time you feel cold.

don’t say it and stay with me forevermore.

we’ll fulfil our stupid dream

of a farm with cats and dogs and goats and cows,

and you’ll never have to cry again

or have thought about crashing your cycle

into oncoming traffic.

it’ll all be worth

not hearing those words from you

ever again,

it’ll all be worth it…


By Ashton Hope


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