To Ridicule

I can feel you
like a fever.
I still want you.
Do you still want me?
Who are you to ridicule?
Who are you to lie?
I can’t touch you,
I can’t see you,
I can’t taste you,
I can’t believe in you.
Who are you to ridicule?
Who are you to lie?
I can feel you
like a river
Like a failure,
let it be a seed