I should stop
Outside the world is moving,
And I can’t keep up no more,
Each day I see sunlight fading
And I feel I’m missing everything
I’m tired of writing these love poems,
I’m tired because they don’t help.
Each poem I write ends up nowhere,
And for who it was written never receives
That which I pour my soul into,
And that which I wrote down in tears.
Each word weighs heavily
on my already stressed little heart
And with each sentence I write
I break of a little shard.
I should stop writing these love poems,
Before I tear myself apart.
-eind 2000-