Don't tell me

I may be what you want
But not what you need
Our prospects meagre
For anything more than physical solace

Enchanted by your dark allure
Galvanised by your sovereignty
Your voice conjures my maelstrom

Wisdom, prudence and self sufficiency
Ward my desperate assault
Quiescent in your resolve

My persistence widens chasms
Exacerbates your melancholy diffidence
Beckoning the questions

Is this symptomatic of shared sacrifice? Or,
Fear of where this path may end? Or,
Denouncement of your confidence in my conduct?

Don't tell me
But I need to know