All of my beloveds are putting on the pounds
But I’m as thin as a rail.
I need to gain weight—
I’ll succeed in how they fail.
We want opposites. Then how can I love them?
If they are happy, I cry.
If they live, I die.
They will crush me with less and less love.
Unless I take from them, but I cannot.
I am the stick and they are the stone.
I will disappear because I love.
They will love, vast and alone.