For When There's Nothing Else Poem by Gavyn Leavitt

I don't believe that
I don't believe you
It ain't dead honey
You're just tired,
Tired of it all.
All of the bullcrap.
All the lies.
All that you,
And I,
Despise.
But look through my eyes,
Or anyone else's,
Other than your own.
You're blind.
As we all are.
Blind to me,
Blind to you.
Blind to everything happy.
Every shred of joy,
All out of your gaze.
The world's sick,
But it can still heal.
It ain't gone.
There's still good.
Love's dead, but we remain.
Be good.
Be glad.
Love with what's left.