Thursday, February 12, 2015


My love died through attrition
When you were here, you didn't notice me
When I was gone, you said you missed me
When I speak, you never listen
And when you yelled (at me), never stopped
So why do I miss you at all
Have I performed the proper excision
Of my rights, of my property?
Do I belong to the correct religion?
Am I not what you demanded
Do I need to beg to be forgiven
For some crime I've committed
Without knowledge?
I cannot do what I do not know
I cannot be what I am not aware
So excise me
From your lists
Of conquests
I don't belong there