This is not a love poem

Sometimes your presence

Numbs me, makes me feel 

Less than whole. 

Sometimes it completes me, 

And I wish I could spend forever

With you. 

Then again, 

Forever is an obscure word to me

Written only in poems of love. 

This is not a love poem. 

Sometimes I have a burning hate for you, 

Which spreads in tingling tightness down my whole body

Until I am completely paralyzed. 

Sometimes you don't speak to me, but you see me

There, waiting

For you.

This is not a love poem. 

I've wasted too many words with love, 

And love is not an emotion

I want to waste on you.

Sometimes your presence

Unhinges me, breaks me, cuts me open, and pours me out

But I don't feel the pain of it

Till you're gone.