Lavish: Anthology I

Don't ask if I am weary

Don't ask me if I'm weary.

You know love is fleeting—

We're waiting to fall

Short of love,

And hit rock bottom.

Not soft and glowing like

A full heart,

But dark and diminishing

And rotting.

Don't expect a hand.

Don't expect a hand

From love.

And don't make plans for love.

Don't love around it.

Sure, love will be astounded when you don't,

But you and me have known the things it won't.

So carry every burden,

And bury every concern

Don't ask me if I'm weary,

Understand what you have learned.

And carry on.