I Left, But You Stayed

No?
Hah,
what a riot.
No.
Ha-ha-ha!
That's so hilarious.
That's so cute.
That's so endearing.
That's so...
Precious.
You love me;
you can't say no to me.
You love me
and I don't love you back.
You'd die for me
and I'd stand back
and laugh,
and not at your death,
but because of what you died for.
Cruel?
Ha-ha!
No.
Just honest.
Oh? Would you rather I lie?
Would you rather I devise
a diluted little fantasy for you that's nothing but an illusion?
Would you rather I say "I love you too"
when I don't feel a thing?
Not a prickle,
not a tickle,
not a twitch,
not even an itch.
Heartless?
Ha-ha!
How does that help your argument, sweetie?
If I'm heartless,
then what do I care?
How do you expect me to feel
when I have nothing to feel with?
No, darling, I have a heart -
you're just not in it.
And that's not my fault.
You of all people should know
how the mind doesn't take part
in the decisions of the heart
on who stays and who goes.
Leave?
Oh, I'm gone.
It's YOU who keeps running back to me.