When you finally ask
I’m not sure what I’ll say
I used to think,
I used to know
That I would always say yes
But this day unfolded
Into something so unpredictable
So I take this chance
To embrace lovelessness.
I am an admirer of love
Love has my admiration.
But my soul, perhaps not ready
For its simple abandonment
Because love makes you realize
The useless quality of almost everything else
You know as happiness
It is greatness
But such an untrue has left me wasted
Put off by a love
I only momentarily tasted
A Dead Language 