There was a death recently
And what do you care about life?
Actually, there were two
Both of them water-related.
Think bloated green stomachs.
Just another individual among the millions departed.
And here I am
And what’s the point of asking how I am? Huh?
It’s not like you care what I say
You cut me off mid-sentence and never pick up what I have left off.
And have the audacity to call me secretive?
I don’t share with people who can’t suffer through my loneliness.
If you’re insensitive, I’m much worse.
But yesterday you reminded me why I hate people.
Yesterday you took the cake.
And blew all the candles to leave that wax burning.
My skin like wrapping paper. I want to tear it open.
I need to return it back, whatever it is you call life.
I never asked for this and it has become a burden ever since.
I’m tired of being ignored
Depressed, sometimes not all the time.
Loneliness is my chosen comfort.
Most of all I need distance from you.
If you can’t stand me. It’s ok. I won’t be so close to you either.
To hear is to obey
But if you pretend again that we are something.
I won’t be writing poetry about you. And I’ll say something very unbecoming.
© A.R. Minhas 2017