Tell Them

You can go round in circles, Defining being loving. Just you try. Because it’s killing you doing all the tasks is it not? All the chores that are pointless and entropy chasing. No one does. See you pick up the broom, the bucket, the spade, Zip your lips bite your tongue, This is love. Watch them oblivious drifting around you, Books, cars, computers and music While you work. But it breaks when you don’t tell them, don’t talk, It hurts when you don’t say, never ask For their help. Because then it’s too late you’ve moved on, You’ve left in your mind long ago, can’t come back. Which is wrong. It was you all along not talking, not acting, Not thinking they were strong, could make it, could take it, could cope. Could not share. Which is making a martyr, not loving your loved ones, Not opening up so they can help make you happy, Make you strong, Make you loved..... Stop you leaving