what would you do
if you knew
my next poems
wouldn't be about you?
I doubt that you've written
another word about me
because you disposed of the lust
that was our poetry.
if you want to be reminded of me
only on your wrist
not by my words
and not by my kiss
I don't think there's anything left for me to say.
why should I waste my gift
on an unappreciative boy
who doesn't value
my today?
you were late each and every time
but this is unforgivable
I would try for you for an eternity
but you want to be inhabitable.
(I can't imagine being as comfortable with anyone else but I have to give it a try if you're never coming to my house)