Poem: It’s over means it’s over

This poem was written ages ago, probably in mid 2000s.

Don’t call me to say you miss me
For I too may say that
Don’t ask me for a night out
As I’m yearning for many such nights
Don’t hug me when you’re heavyhearted
Because I may melt and plant a kiss
Don’t start the conversations with my nickname
Because its not your property now
Please don’t come into my life again
It’s over means its’ over

Don’t wear that pink and blue combination
My eyes still get bedazzled
Don’t yawn in front of me
As I still long to tickle you
Never wear that perfume
I still have a hang of it
Never love children in front of me
As I tend to recollect those dreams we shared
Don’t hang up the phone and call me again
For I would again snore to tease you
Don’t behave like kids anymore
For I may also join in
Please don’t come into my life again
It’s over means it’s over

Never walk with me again
I would not be able to feel lucky again
Never walk with me again
My fingers won’t be able to bear the loneliness
Never walk with me again
As I may not be able to play match-the-steps
Never walk with me again
As I won’t bully you and run
Never walk with me again
As I would not be able to share sweet nothings
Please don’t come into my life again
It’s over means it’s over

Don’t share your tears with me
The chances are you’d end up thanking me, hugging me
Don’t ask for favors anymore
For you might reward me with a kiss
Don’t stare into my eyes
For your eyes may convey the truth
Don’t say I-love-you, you-are-such-a-sweetheart
For you might mean it someday
Don’t come into my life again
This friendship phase would be as difficult for you
Please don’t come into my life again
It’s over means it’s over