A/N: Wow, I have not seen 'The Wannabe in the Weeds' or 'The Pain in the Heart' in over a month, and suddenly I am al inspired… Right. I would think you know the drill by now. Second person PoV poem, yada, yada, yada. Bones' PoV.
Work is all there is to do
Because it makes it so easy
To lose yourself
To feel nothing.
It used to just be like this
But it wasn't empty
And you didn't feel dead inside.
You didn't feel much of anything,
Which was fine.
But then he came
And taught you how to feel.
His death makes you
Feel everything
And wish you
Felt nothing.
So you work.
A/N: Short. Depressing. And yet I liked it. And you? Be honest. I don't think I'll hate you.
