Don’t be in love, so I can be in love,
And darling, for you, I will do the same.
A sunny love is never deep.
Real love makes us weep
And misery is better when we have someone to blame.
If an aching in my breast
Slows me, then you will get some rest.
Desire requires misfortune
So I will ache—
Wondering if you sleep, wondering if you wake—
You will wonder, too,
Whether I did something wrong, or was it you?
Doubt, love, will get it done.
Love clouds if you love the sun.
Love what you cannot see;
This poem is me and not me.
Love must be in two places,
Or lost—in a million faces.
We love—if you and I sometimes won’t,
Loving when we don’t,
Needing when we don’t need
Is to be fed, whether or not we feed.
