Don't write back

If you do, I'll have to tell you    
everything    
that's been on my mind    
and you might find it hard to swallow    
   
There'll be the mush    
and other such measured lines    
of treasured times    
and heartbeats jumping 'n thumping    
there'll be lines of hope    
tied by thin rope, to the leg of a grand piano    
that's edging slow towards an open window    
   
But there'll be no words of caution    
of how I'll peruse you, then prize your heart     
'til I tear it asunder,    
sustained, systematic assault    
'til there's nothing left of you to plunder,    
and you'll wonder what's occurred    
when you're left slumped in the corner  
just like that old tainted toy  
some spoiled child leaves for a new one  
 
so it'll be no one's fault but your own    
if you do write back


 Many thanks to Atakti for her voice