Why bother to love?

What is there to be said

for an ache so severe,

one would welcome

quick death?

[Oh trust me, I know]

Haven’t you heard tell

of the stories,

Even I have been privy to the emptiest

'I’m sorries.'

There’s no good

that can come

of suffering so.

So, I’ll never love.

From now on,

I’ll just 

cum

and then go.

~j~