DON'T LOVE YOU

I don't love you anymore.

I thought it could go on forever

hoped ours was an eternal font

but I don't love you any more.

This upsets me more, I think, than it does you.

I, who always thoughts ours was a love like none other,

that would always grow

always go – like a big blue balloon –

bigger

Bigger

BIGGER

never stopping,

never popping

simply encompassing everything around it.

But it’s not.

It's not

and the bottom's dropped

while my heart's been cropped

shot with slings and arrows - it's all gone to pot.

I don’t love you any more

than I did yesterday

which is, I think, the first time that this has happened.

It makes me think, perhaps,

that this might be what giving all your love is about

and I have spent it all,

when I thought there was so much more to give.

I'm not sure if I buy it,

but I do know

I don't love you any more

than before

which is stranger than I thought,

and I'm not sure I like it.