Too Much

I liked it

So much

When we were

Strangers and you

Liked all my stuff

You didn’t know

How trite and boring and

Needy I was

I liked it

So much

When you

Didn’t fret

Whether or not

We should talk

You did it because

You needed it

Wanted it

Felt it too much

I liked it

Enough

To bring you into my life

I wanted all of you

And then some

Now you

Back out and

Tell me you’re

Too much

Why ration

Love, something that’s

Endless?

What if I’m

Dead tomorrow

I guess less

Is enough for you

I wish love

Was enough for me, too


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