
I want to give zero fucks
Give out, give in, then give up
Cry mercy, burn it down, wallow in muck
Judgment blur and energy disrupt
___
Overwhelm and shut down
Pull away and go dark
Hurt is completely blown
The emptiness in contrast stark
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What use is staying close
When the tides retreat
To vulnerability expose
And painful abrasions repeat
___
Pull away and undertow swept
I expect it regularly
Intimacy on a shelf kept
The cycle is understood clearly
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What are needs and what are wants
What time is easy to endure
When regularity of pain haunts
Makes giving unsure
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Continue to generously and freely give
Hope we, through cycles, survive
Or let love leak out through sieve
Fearing, the hurt will kill the thrive.
Loved this poem. Especially the beginning:
“I want to give zero fucks
Give out, give in, then give up
Cry mercy, burn it down, wallow in muck”
That’s my stage right now. You wrote it eloquently.
Thank you. Spoke to me today…
Monalisa
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Giving up…that is a frequent sentiment isn’t it?
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