Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I Do Not

I'll pour out every bit of soul I have left-
You have no idea
You have no clue.
Yet I love you?
With your distance,
With your disdain
I continue you to love you the same.

Have I no afterlife to look forward to?

I have almost no desire
to further inquire
why it is you've left me.
And yet I remain -
cold, calamitous, crazed.
Stop holding me so close
When I can't have a daily dose.
Stop pretending that you cared
when in actuality you never dared.

Have I no afterlife to look forward to?

Indeed I do not.

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