because i love you

 

Is this what We are? Truly?

A splatter of rain and dust

on the once glorious, once clear

Window of love?

As I waste away in labor and sickness

You really can’t find the time?

Every little instance, insubstantial alone

gather in a pool of forgotten.

You ask, why I do this.

Ask yourself, you’ll find the answer

deep within the misconceptions of

Your own heart.

 

I give, I give, and what do you do?

Shove it back in my face!

You show me all your little boys

that latch to your wrists like leeches

trying to get a rise out of me

But is that really what you want?

No, you don’t!

YOU DON’T!

 

The splatter of rain is baking in the hot son,

Love,

And no one is to blame but you.

Although you may see the opposite

side of this life, I don’t. I see

You, alone. You, alone, love.

Is this what you want?

No, you don’t.

YOU DON’T.