And when I look at you, I know
better now. Your love and your soul
could never be mine. Your body
even escaped my embrace and


I can accept the fact that you never
wanted me. Those moments
were just nothing, and I’m relieved
they’re finished. Your smile and laugh
only annoy me. Your tits are too small,
or too big–just not perfect. You
didn’t make me happy or complete
or better or anything;
Or maybe you did,
in which case I’m here.