Perhaps this time I'll love a book
Or a certain streetlight on the way home
Or a painting
Or a dried flower stuck in a dreamcatcher
Or
A white sweatshirt-
(I can sleep with its empty arms around me.)
Perhaps this time
I'll choose well.
I am tired of loving people.
Perhaps this time
I'll love something that cannot
Breathe
Love
Die
Or leave.
Perhaps that is all
I can endure anymore.