perhaps it's selfish of me
to assume that i am your
priority

sometimes
                   and time again
    
I am forgetful.

      I forget that you are
your own person.
i'm not you.

                    
And maybe I love you too much.

i miss you so much when you're gone,
so when you come back

I try to push our bodies together
and make us one

so that i can understand what it's like to be someone else
other than me.
maybe i live through you

and maybe you need space.

i find that i avoid comprehending
the complexity
of the idea of
            
                        other people.