I'm so tired
So, so tired
So I'm going back to this style
One long sentence
Way too messy
To truly be
Much of anything
It's all I have
Right now

I don't know
What to do
About you
As much as I want you
I know
Oh how I know
That there's nothing out there
There's nothing for us
There's nothing in me
That matches up
To your missing
Puzzle piece

Maybe that's it
You aren't missing anything
Well I'm missing lots
Missing someone
With whom
I can truly talk
I've never truly had someone
I haven't even
Really come close
But I can dream
And I do
Just not of you

It's our music tastes
I suppose
I spend way too much time
Searching Spotify
For new music
A new playlist
Every week
And you're happy
Right where you are
Sixteen artists
You didn't get very far
But you're happy
Or, at least
Content enough to stay
Where you are
Maybe you're too scared to move
I get that too
Just not with music

I'm never done searching
For who I could be
Maybe I'll never finish
I'll just roam forever
Growing and changing
Shapeshifting
Never the same
From day to day
There'll be
No sense of consistency
Maybe that's what you need

I can't read minds
But I can read
And from what
I can see
We're different

What is too much?