Dumping Ground for Derek's Poetry

I'm sick of you always saying "I" like you matter

i don't love, any more
I do not want to be cured.

innocence has no age, no race, no gender
it is in deed, in thought, in word
in selflessness
in honesty
in making an effort to remember
ignorance is not innocence
& neither is inexperience

irritation is the first symptom of emotional obsolescence;
i believe that
if i believe anything at all

it's cold and beautiful on top of the world
irrespective of whose land it is

i'm sorry i ever opened my mouth but
in the depths of space there are
innumberable mysteries we are only beginning to unravel
& you don't care, you don't care

i don't love, any more
i dwell in the house of awe
imagining brighter futures
& you don't figure in them at all.