Do not coddle me with sweet nothings
or succumb to my deep glances
or entertain my self-referential whining.
No, impugn my ability to captivate your imagination.
Better we reason together as equals
than to entertain the drivel of a simp.
And I am not yours to heed,
but rather to nourish with the fruit of your lips.
Give me words,
that can build cities or
incite revolutions, depending on the typeface.
Give me faith in the root of our existence—love.
Herein as much,
there is no greater duty than
for days when I am not myself,
remind me that I am nothing.