You say sweet things

And you compliment me.

But.

You must be mistaken,

You must misunderstand.

It cannot be me you are directing

Your smile at.

It cannot be me you aim

Your kindness at.

The truth is

I cannot handle a

Compliment.

It goes into my brain,

Clanks around in the walls of my heart

And by the time it comes out the other side

I have completely torn it apart.