I am all out of love

 - Or rather -

I’m past deceiving myself

Into thinking

That my desire is love.

I’ll stop using that word,

I’ll leave it to more generous souls.

What am I but a beast

Than needs food,

Shelter,

Rest and attentions?

I got a tan

Playing with horses 

Yesterday.

I navigate smiles

And humility

Plotting for survival.

Beyond mere existence,

Of course.

I’m used to comfort,

Organic groceries,

A room of my own,

Varied entertainment.

I will fight for it

But not too hard.

If you don’t like me

I might just let myself die

Here, painlessly.