unrequited love

I have a tendency to let people fall in love with me.

I've convinced myself, too,

If they don't put their heart out there for me to shut down,

there's really nothing I can do.

It's not my fault they mistake conversation for interest,

or kindness for lust.

What can a girl do? When her open-book nature accidentally

misguides others' self trust?

I can sit and I can mope, over barricades that halt new connections

through the disinteresting,

and rather disgusting, friends to lovers trope.

But I will not, rather I may learn

that my masterful silent boundaries aren't something

in which others' minds will churn.

I may need to tell you straightforwardly, and better yet

right away,

I will never belong to you, nor anyone, so gather what's left

of love for me, and simply:

go away.