sick of love

i'm sick
of love.
feel the fever
burn. i don't
need it. i
don't want it.
it's sour, it's
bitter. i'm
coughing up
roses, spitting
out flowers,
it's a cold wet
night without
shoes. i'm
sick of love
and where
it leads, what
it promises,
how it deceives,
i'm on my back,
i'm sore,
i'm broken, i'm
in the infirmary.
and yes.
i'll try
again, being
the fool i am,
but not
with you, no,
never again,
with you.