Let it be known...

That I am not in love...
That in truth my reality is that
Of a donut...
Fat and empty in the middle...
Sweet but too sweet for most...
One sugary mouthfull perhaps
But never any more...
Sigh...
The emptiness hurts...
Alot...
More than make-believing that
"He" is out there somewhere, loving me
So much that he's paralized to act on it...
In truth life just does not work that way..
People aren't mute....
Lovers don't exist if they never come to you...
The past means nothing...
The present is all there is....
And my future is a pending heart attack
Unless I fast forget the steady diet
Of Loving You
That has propelled me to this
Most recent timespace
Pearched like a fool on a ledge...
Filled up and expecting sustinance
From someone whose worth
Is mere empty calories....