Heaps of rubble in my heart
Too hot to leave
If I don’t need you
I have to need myself
I wanted to be free from distraction but this is a rite - right?
Don’t check
Don’t check
Don’t check
Do not fantasize
I feel impatient when I am not present.
Waiting for the days and hours to fade.
Anticipating the end.
Is that not life,
Principled Nurturant?