The Hunter

If I fill a void
Then he becomes dependent.

If I show my love
Then he’d be bored.

If I reveal a weakness
Then he becomes addicted.

If I run away
Then maybe he would chase
Get tired and abort.

I am a deer
And only hunters with a gift
Know how to get the head.

That’s brutal,
One might say. Okay.
Isn’t everything?

If he were true
Then I would feel relief.
Yet I felt none.

So I’ll just wait, hidden behind the trees,
For him to leave.