I care. Really, I do.
I’m a monster and a ******,
but I still have a heart,
albeit rather
unfortunately.
I’m trying my best to be
less of a no one and more of a someone,
more of a person.
To care more,
to love more,
to take less
and give more.
I don’t care if it leaves me
broken.
But in some way I still
do.
It’s selfish to put myself before everyone else,
Yes, I know that-
And it’s horrid that I think I should treat myself
to the privilege of wanting something
that isn’t going to go to
someone else.
Yes, I know that too-
And it’s such a pity that I can’t bring myself
to tear my heart out of my chest
or rip my soul out of my body
and give it to you like I desperately want to.
Because I care.
Really,
I do.