even as you are
here bruised and
curled up begging
for a breath’s instant
of attention i am not
willing to give it
 
beyond fragile are you
so much that weeping
you can’t do so you
look to me for comfort
 
i admit that i take and take
and when i am asked to share
i only contribute hollow tin
words that dribble out
of a no longer necessary
part of me
 
i don’t pity you
and i realize that i don’t
really care about you
i string you along for
my base needs
 
your tears and hardships
disappointments and pains
do not steal neither my
appetite, rest or peace of mind
i am perfectly happy if
you die but if you live it
does not really matter
 
you are welcomed to
continue down this road
but if you turn back
i will not follow you
not one thing can make me
love you or want you
 

i can not say i need
anything you give
neither your joy or smiles
or sophomoric gifts have any
value to me
 
albeit if you want to enter
you have been warned of the risks
and know that i don’t love you