No Change

​It doesn't change 
this love so strange
I pick up the pieces
I rearrange and it doesn't change
it doesn't change.
I write my soul on a page
put my thoughts on a stage
dive peacefully into my own quiet rage
and it stays, it stays, it stays.
My god this love
it is a wicked thing
to take over my mind with need.
I am alone
and I am complete
I do not want anything 
and yet
no change
no change
no change in me.
This love so strange
I throw it down
I let it break
I pick up the pieces
I walk away
I pick 
I choose
I rearrange
and this wicked need for you
it does not change.

​Charity