What Sickness Is There Unto Your Own Death? Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a need
to really reflect
go deeper and find
out what was wrong

here you are sad,
for love unrequited
but do you remember
the one you love and
ran away from you
who came back wanting
now to love you?

you refrained, you refused,
and you say, you have
not really love at all.

it seems that you only
love those who cannot
love you. It has become
a fact of your life.

ponder why, why can't
you love the one who
loves you? what makes
you turned off?
wonder why you only
want to love whom
you hurt?

go away, find no one
to hurt, don't tell me
that you are hurt.
you are hurting the
other, you are hurting
yourself.

what sickness is there
unto your own death?