Do not.

Do not whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
If you don't intend to be sweet.
Do not tell me you love me,
When I know your heart is elsewhere.
Do not, please, I beg of you, want me -
Because this body is more barren
Than a desert in peak summer.
Do not mistake that I am undiscovered,
When everything is laid out in the open,
For all eyes to see and judge, including yours;
And if you still believe you love me,
Tell me first if you like me -
Because only friendship will tide us over
Long nights where instability will shake us,
Like wind against new leaves on an old tree,
Aching and clinging on for dear life,
Yet wanting to let go because of lust unsatisfied.