We knew

since I can not write you a verse on love

then it must be I do not love you

and yet your very presence

brings a permanent shade of blue

depression of love, or lack?

there is no meaning in your lust

and yet it has taken my meaning

parasitic need for attention

like metal covered in rust

though I can not

I will not wait forever

Shall you come to me on a morrow

I may or may not have grown out of this

All the heart and time you borrowed

all of it shall be worthless

Reviews

[DarkMockingbird]

i've felt like that before. your poem is really deep.
good job!!!