There’s hope somewhere.

I don’t care to find it.

I want you.

I was trying to make up for your absence

When I discovered

My pillow contained your kisses.

I stared at the lip marks,

Remembering that last night

Before you became true.

I wish I had never asked

If you were willing

To be with me.

You might still be here.

Uninterested,

But here.

I am lost in my sorrows,

Bemoaning the fact that I

Am not yours.

Please, time, wind back

So I can stop myself

From asking that question, making that taunt.

It was only in jest,

And our responses were light-hearted,

But I was crushed.

You don’t want me.

All I am is lip service to you.

I am nothing.

Without you, who am I?

What are my interests?

What is love?

Why should I continue to live

When what I want

Doesn’t want me?