Letter

Dear Apathy,

I know you don't care
as you drive your minivan
down the curvy road, that
I am dying.
All the time,
because I can
have emotions of my own

Even if you don't care,
I do. Because I can.
I don't need a reason
beyond your gray clothes
and unloving fingers
tearing at my hair.
Shredding my hopes.
I care enough
to tell you
to leave

I am loved.
Which is more then
you can say.
Your speech is slow
but with snake like
attraction.
Lolling my to your
indifferent side.
But you turned on me
and you don't care
But I do! So
leave me be.

Sincerely,
Jonas