if you only knew me,
you’d likely like me
even less. but i might
give you something never
you’re not the one;
some just never are,
some just are a little bit,
some just are.

not like i don’t want you. i might
write poetry to get you. i might
send flowers. for you, i might
even give myself– all of myself.
would it mean anything? you think
so, and that makes it easier.
don’t hate what i say, but
hear it. have it on your mind and
leave your heart.
no, not with me.