I Thought Perhaps You Contained Multitudes Too, Dude.
I just can’t.
I think you understand.
I can’t pretend that we are friends.
I can’t pretend that I don’t think about you
As more than an acquaintance.
I am in love with so many things,
I love endlessly, but it doesn’t
Make sense to me. I shouldn’t be. I am.
I could never give you
All of me, which I think is
What you will expect from me. I am
So much, you see. I am
Too much for any single plate–
I am a massive commitment,
A lifetime fulfillment.
I cannot possibly be contained
To one experience, one love
One soul’s mate or one soul’s glove
I am passion
I am loyalty
I am intensity and I am too much
For mere mortals. I have found someone
Who loves being over-stimulated
And she contains multitudes
I thought perhaps you contained multitudes too, dude.
I guess you are more simple and
I kinda wish I knew you were being
Sampled by people who can taste
The real you. Why do I care?
Why am I so interested
In forgiving someone who is too stupid
To know that I am downright
I forgot to renew my fucking health insurance
And fucked it all to hell
Clearly I’m not a genius, I think I might be
Idiot of the year.
I would be the pot that called
The kettle black but I can’t afford
Pot or anything to put in my kettle
So I’m kinda sad I brought it up.