With you I gain
close to
no sympathy
ever.
But I like it too much,
the strength of shoulder,
despite the shallow water,
your touch is deep.
Just like his voice
the chain on his neck
the fitted sweater.
                                                                                                                 I like you
                                                                                                                 too much
                                                                                                                 and you

You're too much, this story,
this you.
Oh, I just love
when you say
small things
to me, to her
you're different.
But I want

                                                                                  He speaks
and I can't give it up.
His voice skips over
my letters and thoughts
and
wait, what's the teacher saying?
A desperate attempt to get back
                                                                                      I give up.
                                                                                     He's too much.

                                                                                                                                       Silly,
                                                                                                                                       silly wonderful
                                                                                                                                       Don't let me go.
You have other girls
I care not for other men.
I sing out my problems,
in a colder car
alone,
I cannot sing my problems away.
But you can.
                                                                                                             Life is too good for poetry.
                                                                                                             We are a couple.
                                                                                                              I can't hold you together,
                                                                                                              but me?
                                                                                                              Life doesn't end with love.
                                                                                                              There is a loveless,
                                                                    a lonely
                                           Responsibility changes one and not the other.
                                                            It's not about you.
                                                       You are the adult and the child.
                                                                Let me be.
Stop talking
We are superficial.
Us both.
I can't find the happiness you are looking for.
You are not to be liked here.