This is
The best poem ever.

Spread the word.
Tell the masses.

Just like you did with
that book,
that movie,
that game,
that series.

Just like all those,
You know this poem is
Empty.

Pretty words,
Like pretty 'vampires',
Like pretty smurf-people,
Like pretty-boys with swords,
Like pretty pictures;
Devoid of genuine meaning.

Or is this poem empty?

I suppose time will tell.
Empty things
Are lauded
By the empty-minded.

And don't you know,
Society's head is hollow?

Bleat on, sheep.
This is the best poem ever.
Sheep go 'baa', one by one.

Don't cut,
my dear.
Without blood,
how will you blush
when I hold you?

Don't hate
yourself.
You've nothing
to loathe.
Especially with
me beside you
every step of the way.

Don't pierce,
my dear.
Your heart
has taken
the arrow
too much for
the skin to
take the needle.

Don't drink,
my dear.
I'm sure
your lips
are intoxicating
without it.

Don't cry,
my dear.
I would prefer
that your eyes
were clear,
so I could give
the gazing
they are overdue.

Don't laugh,
my dear.
I may live
because of you.

It's only natural
To ignore the shy.
Only natural
To close yourself.
It's only natural
To take others'
Insults as truth.

It's only natural
To be wary.
After all,
There are monsters
Out there.
Those monsters are people.

So, I must be unnatural,
to give you attention.
I must be unnatural,
To want you open.
I must be unnatural,
To call you beautiful,
To caress your hands.

I understand.
It's only natural
To ignore my actions
Like I was never here.

Don't be fooled.
I don't woo with words.
I don't woo with actions,
Either.

No, I am too much of a novice.

My intention,
Intended,
To release these tensions
Intensified by the cloud
Of tense living.

In tensions with no spa,
No relief,
No massage,
No pedicure,
No manicure
To calm them.

Ever wondered
Who masseurs
The masseuse?
I don't wonder.
I know.

No one.

Intending
To untensify
The tender
Tendencies of
Tenacious living,
The tenders of
Untended flesh
Relieve your tensions
With no intentions
of receiving intended returns.

They take your tensions
With only intentions
To leave you intense
In the freedom of life.
Meanwhile fragile tensions
Tend to rend them,
Causing trouble and strife.

Feel relieved.
They are in tension,
Don't worry about
Giving attention.

You weren't going to anyway.

For you,
I perscribe:

One pill of
'Hold me',
Two pills of
'Kiss me',
Four milliliters of
'Love me'.

Taken daily.

Side-effects may include:

'Leave me',
'Hate me',
'Use me',
'**** me'.

If these occur,
report back to me
immediately
for
euthanasia.

Trust me,
you won't live through it.

Can I have you back?

Your windows to the soul
Opened wide.
Our arms tight around each other.

Can I have that back?

My sweet everythings.

Can I give them back?

Your sweet nothings,
Can I take them back?

Even if they were
only empty words,
I want to be fooled again.

Can you please fool me
forever,
until the day I die?

No.
That would be asking too much.

You have already turned on me,
for all the things I did.

How dare I love?

How dare I forgive?

How dare I rise above
adversity?

How dare I continue to live?

Your sweet smile,
Can I have it back?

You,
Can I have you back?

...

Of course not.

A true lover
Cannot be loved
In kind.

I must be an anomaly.

Something weird.
Some kind of creature
That no-one has seen before.

Is there any other reason
why people flock to me
but do not love?

'Isn't it odd?'
'Isn't it strange?'
'Isn't it so vile,
so disgusting,
that you can't
help but stare?'

As far as I know,
I'm still human;
But other people
always seem to know best.