Please. Don't(.) Stop.

Somehow you calm my fear.
The cynicism, I hold dear
disappears.
And the source?
Your voice.

A skeptic from the start,
the source is a broken heart.
Arrows and darts
have wounded
and bruises appeared.

But, somehow your diction is perfect,
so personal
to me.
Strange how you know me, though
you really don’t know me
at all.
At least, not yet.
We’re fixing that.

We dive past the depths
of my former, discovered regret
to the source
of it all.

Only to find detour signs,
claiming progress is rewinding
again and again.
Deeper and deeper.
The pressure stings,
my untrained ears.

Please don’t.
Stop.
MAKE THIS END,
are thoughts in my head.

“Please, don’t stop.”
are the words
that come out instead,
because,

Somehow your diction is perfect,
so personal
to me.
Strange how you know me, though
you don’t really know me
at all.
At least, not yet.
We’re fixing that.