When I am
full of rage
at my situation,
my problems vanish
because they can’t stand me.
People want to be loved
but they don’t realize the benefits of going unloved
It takes work to be loved—
accepting gifts, you don’t need
smiling, until it hurts
allowing people to come over, and love, love, love
Then it takes even more work to love them back.
If you are too tired,
If you don’t care,
care about something else.
When they say, “You have no love.”
There seems to be this common fear
But when you know you will be dying
are even less
and there is no need to exchange feelings.
You can feel your creeping death-breath
that last air
waiting to come out
and I don’t want to say, “I love you.”
I just want to breath out
and hear the sound of my own voice
before there is nothing.