Don’t talk to me

Because when you do

I might respond continuously.

Don’t listen when I rant

Or worst if you pretend

That you understand.

Don’t get too close to me

The smell of perfume

Is my allergic addiction. 

Don’t look back

I don’t want to see you

Looking at me too.

Don’t touch me

Or I will melt

Like ice under the sun. 

If you do

Do it consistently

Else I’ll be doomed again.