To My Heart

Stop saying "I love you"
when you mean it. I want
to be cold, unfeeling blue.

The baseline temperature
should be set at zero or
minus degrees. The next time,

you give away my love,
I hope it kills you.

1 comment:

Melinda said...

I could comment on every poem, but then you might think me a stalker...I'm not, just don't want to be annoying. But, I just have to say, I love this poem. Really. Love it. Reminds me of Margaret Atwood's poem, You Fit Into Me...very concise but so powerful.