I’ll stop trying
to define
myself
for you,
my reader,
my dear,
dear
reader.

actions speak louder than words
just as my other poems say more
about me
than the ones where I say
“I am”
something

this poem is about nothing.

it is about me,
a nothing,
who has given up
denying being
whatever
I am
not

nobody wants to know about anything other than themselves

so no,
they aren’t really listening,
they don’t really care,
they can’t really love you.

because

you are you
and
they are they
and
I am I
and
we are not
each other

forget trying,
for once,
to impress
someone,
anyone,
and
you
will be
forgotten

but if there’s one thing I know to be true it’s this:

we only want what we don’t have,
and if we think we
can’t
have it

well then,
our blood
is already pumping
with
excitement