Indifference

Hate me if you please –

Burn me with shut eyes,

Or utter a thousand words

Of disgust. Even in ways

Thus mentioned will you

Speak to me in your voice —

To peril none but me,

My heart won’t feel the pain,

But rejoice.

What brings pain is the absence

Of senses and of presence.

The bone may itself be ailed,

And the sun wither, and make

Way for the undying winter—

I fear the winter and its sting

In the deep, desolate lack of warmth

That your thoughts procure

For me.

A word that was never said

And remains in your womb

Will bring about the poison

I’ve always feared about.

The ways raying about me all

Shall be engulfed by the dark,

That feeds upon the hope and

Walks upon the hearts.

Pity me!

Sleep will leave my shelter

And so will my breath, for

Never have I rested

Without you in my chest.

Craving an image of you

Is how I run along the

Worldly affairs that matter,

But die in a moment

Without you.

And thus I don’t say, but pray,

To bring to me your self—

Present to me your mighty heart

Or bring about a sword.

Bleed me out for the sake of love,

For I don’t wish for a reward—

All that was no longer does,

There is just my heart

For you.