She Dosen't Care             June 2018

Take my body to a numbing place--
I've been beaten with the meat cleaver of love.
The girl I care for won't respond to my calls;
It takes all my energy just to lay here,
  staring at the ceiling above.

In these "dark mood" places, one gets to see all their faces--
Especially, when their eyes are closed!
Anticipations and fears,
Hoping for a phone call (that will never come)
She dosen't care.

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