On being loved

Today
it's getting harder and harder
to be loved
don't you think?
On the street
in the room
we all feel new
back to not knowing anything
back to sharing your own solitude
little moments scraped together
parceled out with someone else
some for you
a little for me.
Loving
is resistance,
burning.
It's what's needed.
You do loving.
Being loved on the other hand
seems slightly ridiculous maybe?
No one deserves it
You don't do anything
You be loved.

No, it's not easy.