What love?

I'm sorry that you don't love me
what nothingness is projected in rooftops and alluring passages in my eyes
what meaning is emphasized or not emphasized through our hugs and exchange of sorrow
what pain you feel when you look at my forehead, wrinkles foreseeing a future, a profession failed in tea and palms
what cursed, how curse your entangled heart and soul feels when I speak to you
what my reaction is when your muse controls your passion and i control your

nothing

what i never do what you never say what never happens
so many negatives
a needle in
my knitted heart of hope and dreams killed
when
what I do, and say does not coexist with you

what pain I feel when I look at our pictures and your figure is a sillhouete of false hope
and false embodiment

what my heart does when you break it with your ignorance
what my emotions or any speck of true emotion in my soul does when it feels no oxygen flowing ambiguously
what my nostalgic instinct feeds off

nothing

what I would do to make you love me again

what I would do