Only for Myself

Easier Said Than Done

I do not feel the way I do about you.
I do not pine to spend time with
you.
I do not secretly get my hopes up thinking that I can expect more
from you.
I do not want you.
I do not want to talk to you or hold your hand or look into your eyes and see a longing I've been
waiting for
a lifetime.
I don't feel anything when you graze my arm,
it's just the wind
in my peripheral.
And I do not silently beg
to be liked,
respected, cherished,
or loved by
you.