You told me to stop caring,
so I stopped.
You said I was too nice and good,
So I cursed you to rot.

I don’t remember
storing anger,
but now I know where it lives -
and I ******* love the jolt.

I gave a lot back then,
my ego grew a ton.
So now I only take.
Receiving, I still don’t.

Yet another love to grieve.
Empty wears the mask of free.
I’ve got nothing left in me,
But just another urge to flee.

I run on empty - once again -
I’ve let myself down.
Disgraced and burned
and hollowed out.

All my compasses
are spinning senseless
Like my reckless head
spins on my neck.

The only path
I see ahead
leads only to whomever
might just have me next.