Don’t call me sweetheart. There is a storm brewing inside of me, and there is nothing sweet about ...

Don’t call me sweetheart.
There is a storm brewing
inside of me, and there is
nothing sweet about
an upcoming destruction.
I know that you have
convinced yourself that
I am made-up of all things
that are soft and gentle,
but I was built with
the remaining ashes
of lovers stories gone
wrong. So don’t call me
sweetheart. Because
at any moment I could
burst at the seams, 
and set your entire
logic on fire.