Loveless

I don't want to have feelings anymore;
they make me sad,
and even though I know that I'm strong now,
that they'll go away if I wait,
it's tiresome to sit here and wait for them to pass,
troublesome to go around afterwards
and clean up, saying,
"Did I hurt you?" and "I'm sorry I was weird" to everyone.
Makes me wanna hide when I'm like this--
crawl under a table, behind the drapes,
bury my head.
If I close my eyes, do I become
invisible?
It's just that I ache to burrow my nose in
against a shoulder,
but I'm like a vacuum; I don't stop
until I've taken everything--
so I bite my pillow and hold it all inside my eyes.