Dear secret desire
What do you want from me?
I try to feign impassibility at
The disinterest in the eyes of another
Compelling me to
drown in hysteric tears.
Why demand my heart
When she is fatigued from
the suffocating anticipation of
all the empty promises of stupendous glee.
Dear Attention, Why demand love from me
Only to waste it away like the ashes in the shores.
I hate you attention.
So why do I love you beyond?