We're too distracted
fighting for uniqueness
that we have forgotten
to fight together as one

Ask him to write you poems
           and books,
For I have run out of words.

I envy the dead sometimes,
   they needn't worry about honesty.
            They have seen everyone's souls.

I have grown thin,
      I have grown old,
         and
                   I have grown out of love.

Recently discovered a world of reason,
I am lost.
                
                  It's a world I can't understand.

I say less than half
of everything that I see,

          thus, silence is my hell.

I am so tired of love,
  
     I am.

But, I can't get enough

                        of it.