Revive Me

One thing remains true:
as hard as life is, I don’t want to die.

And if I die,
revive me.

I need to feel the pain
of that heartbreak one more time.

I need to feel.

I need to be too baffled to speak,
too numb to cry.

I need to be alive.
I need to question my why.

Revive me into this desperate, desolate time
so that I might:

fall in love,
make love,
curse love.

Revive me so that I might
taste the sweet sweat of my labour.

The desperate, meaningless chase
to something I thought meant something,
but eventually found meant nothing.

Revive me so that I might
grow wiser
as I grow more foolish,

so that I might delight
in the drama
of my life.