Rabbit Droppings

I don’t know why I don’t cry for you.

why I’ve cried more for those I hardly knew.

My therapist asks me if I ever Loved you,

I tell her it doesn’t matter, that you never Loved me.

She doesn’t understand

why I can’t Love unless I’m adored.

But how could I feel safe with less?

They make me feel like I’m cold, smiling as I do.

But I’m not quite as fine as I seem.

I have no attention all my desire is scattered, and I’m sure that’s not how it should be.

If you asked me what I wanted, I’d stare at you, perplexed, I just don’t know, is what I would tell you, but that would be wrong.  I don’t want anything. 

From anyone, just now.