Why Bother?

Sometimes,
I don’t mind being alone.
Why bother
with setting myself
up for rejection?

Sometimes,
I don’t want to love at all.
Why bother
when loving means pain?

Sometimes,
I think it’s best to call it quits
and succumb
to the wounds and scars
still fresh-cut
from my last
migraine relationship.

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