Don't ask me to stay

Don't ask me to stay. 

God don't ask me to. 

I'm not sure I can say No and 

I'm not the type of woman who makes a home out of boys without corrupting them. 

I'm not the kind woman who can sit still. 

I fidget a lot. 

My eye wonders even more. 

and I don't know if I still remember how to love a boy without breaking them.

And God, you're beautiful.

you're beautiful just the way you are 

and I know you want to teach me how to make a home. 

but no matter how many cakes I bake and casseroles I make 

you'll never be enough. 

because I have a never ending urge to love a lot more than people. 

Maybe if you come with me I'll try harder. 

Maybe if you give me a little space to leave, I'll come home to you.

maybe, I can think of you as a place. 

As a station my train needs to pass through 

because if you make yourself a box to put me in 

I will burn you. 

I will claw at you. 

I will scar you. 

So don't ask me to stay. 

Please I can't say no to you. 

Not with the way you love me. 

Only ask me if you know your love will not bore me, 

or trouble me, or suffocate me. 

because I'm not scared to break boys.

And I don't remember how to break.