I don't care if you are beautiful, I am done with you I don't care that I love you I don't care about our past, I don't care about our future because love was meant to last I don't care for your intentions, I don't care for your mistakes; I don't care for our desires This must end before I break I don't mean it for a minute, I don't mean it for a year I mean: I can't bear this feeling of you calling me your "Dear" while you test that my heart beats for you through the test of time while you promise me your friendship when devotion is but mine I don't want to hear your sweet voice I don't want to read your words and should you chance upon me please don't ask that I abjure either love or firm abstinence for my heart and mind must heal I have chosen life without you 'til your heart you will reveal Without love, there is no friendship without friendship is no love possible between two people who may swear to skies above that they are true, that they love, that they care for one another purely and yet, wish for something different... as when you ask me to demurely sit, or walk, or feel for you, abnegating all my soul, deprecating all I value and then, playfully, cajole me into bearing, yet again, my heart such is neither kind nor true I don't care that you are beautiful I must be done with you
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Oceans of Mine 
One might ask if you were really cajoled, seeing as you are ultimately responsible for your decision.
To which you could respond: I was cajoled by love actually.
And one returns: Which is still your decision, to go along with the feelings and act in love. (Assuming, of course, that both parties are referring to love and not mere infatuation).
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