I must admit that I grow weary and restless
due to sublunary love because my base mind
found no solid foundation, save hubris,
to build commitment on top of
Nowadays, I can do nothing but glorify misery
through technological innovations you'd blanch at
because our fast-food-shotgun-love world
has forgotten subtlety
so I write him no valediction,
no preemptive farewell to mourning
because I am determined
to follow Love's diet
as if I could train my heart
in an emotionless marathon
but I have grown tired of running from myself
and I confess a concession to cheating
by indulging in emotional vulnerability
because my will to starve is long gone
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