jackofallgeeks | My poetry

What's the point of love, if no one gives a fuck?
What's the use, if everone I care about would just as soon turn and walk away?
She once offered me her couch when I was out of sorts. She wouldn't do that now.
I look at her and see the same girl I love - except when I look for affection.
She doesn't say she loves me anymore.
I just want someone to care.
I'm not angry with her - I'm mad at me.
I'm upset and frustrated because I can't fucking do anything right.
I can't even fucking cry.

I'm over it, but this is cathartic