A Simple Request

I want to cry,
Be broken into little pieces --
fractions of hindsight my muse.

It is my dream to drown,
In cartons of ice /creamed future --
altered by distrust.

I need my world axis,
To tilt opposing rotation --
stopped to find a new gravitational field.

Why can't I --
be skeptical of motives;
relive past relationships
through current transgressions;
run from my feelings.

What I wouldn't do --
to regret my decisions;
to rehash old arguments;

to be -

absolutely

unequivocally

completely and utterly


miserable

or --

at least


have the opportunity to love.