A poem doesn't quite do it right. To tell someone how conflicted I feel. How could it, when I don't even understand myself, or you, or what you do, to me, to my heart, can't you hear or see, when we aren't wee, I feel like just mee, and that isn't enough.
It isn't enough. A poem just can't do it, not for you babe. not for us, and never for me, just me.