So, you've read my poetry? You've skimmed the lines and picked out words you think are pretty, delicate, intelligent, or odd? You understand me now, I see! I'm yours to dissect, pick at, ****, but never keep, of course not that.
Yes you've read my poetry, but did you know I sometimes cross my l's as t's and often wish to travel far and far alone. Alone: myself and only me. I'd adventure, danger-prone; You would only slow me down.
So what if sometimes late at night I want to dance on balconies and feel your breath upon my ear? That really doesn't matter for I don't need you, and you don't want me, even though you've read my poetry.