Loveless... Poem by John Tansey

Loveless

My heart breaks under the stress
Like I am under the ocean floor;
The pressure per square inch is immense
And if I let out my last breath
The water will rush in and crush me
And I will breathe no more.

It is not self pity,
It is factual.
I have no body,
I am asexual.

Yes, in our angst and drink,
We scream we want to die
Swearing, we cannot live without love,
But death will come soon enough
And at that time, we will swear to God
It was all a lie.