Poem on the last page

Can I still
Call someone so miserable
You?

I'd be the only you
After
You.

My best friend,
It's the reason
Every kiss without cause
Gets under me so well.

I've been used to before.

But why,
When her heart's over tomorrow,
Ringing you silver,
She's with all her here?

If love's ever pretty,
If you were ever,
if I wouldn't marry you,

How is she it?

We try too hard

You can't show true compassion to another

If you make them feel uncomfortable

Even in acting with compassionate intent

"I want to do this for you" is still just

Doing what you want

We can be so sensitive

So eager to keep the ones we love from being upset

So eager to keep the ones we love

We lose our grip

We try

November, 2022