i wish i had told you that i hate caper
or about that summer when i was 10
and stayed hours over the sun
trying to do a tattoo with lemon juice
or that i had spent hours telling you
all of the memories i have from my mom
and about the day my brother died

you know so much about me
but i wish you knew me better

maybe you would have stayed longer
maybe not

who knows

i know i shouldnt touch your skin
or kiss you because
im not as clean as you expected (and here i mean
im musty and my smile is rotten)

and i knew i wouldnt last three days knowing
i am not enough for you
still, i am lasting a year and it
hasnt been that bad

(f)all
i like you so much, and if i
was ever confused about something
i swear i understood the gap between
attraction and affection
i swear
i swear

i hate what i look like and
what i am
and i hate my own scent
but you
            are
                 not
                      like
          me.


and we are terribly similar