unarmored
meat bones

loves tones
abrasively chanting

hates moan
leave him alone
heavy sleep
headache
crave
me

I
will never
hold you again.
karma is greener, much meaner.
volume displacement
losing you was the punishment
of my crime.

never again
will I love you,
never again
the things that I said.

there's nothing you could want or need from, of, or because of me:
not even the memory of our best days
our first kiss or our last kiss
there's nothing I miss,
never again,
will I love with a love so blindly.
never again,
a love built on such a crumbling foundation.

never again will I run away from pain to love,
love which stems from any other source save for love itself
is not a love for me.

love again?
I will.