The dumb meaning,
which brings
swollen eyes
to young enthusiasts,
is lost to me
now. Puke at the thought of its
smooth words
and sweet tone.
Oh, fuck
off! You’re just a cheap trick
waiting to
pounce at first sight of vulnerability.
An empty hand
waiting for its match,
but that’s why
God gave us two.
I am the only
shoulder I need.
I am no naïve
fool, I know
reliability
shouldn’t be given to the fickle minded.
Spare me your
sweet soliloquies,
for no love
letter will turn my tune.
Sharp arrowed
is my mind
after the last
war was lost.
Lost my heart,
my mind and my love.
Not again, not
ever.
My empty chest
tomb is cold and corroded.
Your words
will be wasted on me.
Let me ponder
in peace.
