Look at you
you poor little thing
you sit there in your tears
mascara pools solidifying around your shoes
how much I want to save that moment forever
that moment where you needed somebody so badly
who could maybe be me
and I go to tell you I love you
but bite my tongue
because in reality
I don't ever want you not in that moment
I don't ever want you happy or regulated or normal
in that moment I realize that this isn't what love is
this is greed
so I pass you by
leave you weeping on that curb
leave you to get better