none of this can last forever
that's definite. no, you're not sweet,
you don't think of me
that way
you dont spend your time feeling
lonely. we only live a street apart, why
do i only see you on weekdays?
why do you only show me the parts of you
everyone has already seen? i know you well but
i could know you a little bit better. give
me a chance. maybe if you gave me more
i'd want this more. but right now
i want you to feel the vague anxiety and
bitterness i'm nursing.

so i dont love you.
yes, i've told you i love you
but that was someone who could love me back
someone much stronger, less conquered
now i see all the things you let slip
out of your reach, all the things
you have but can never keep
i always asked you not to lose me,
i said 'hold onto me, dont forget when
i ran to your house just to hold you'
because i see your imperfections
i tried so hard for you, so hard to
let myself sustain these festering wounds
i give myself when i need what you cant
provide, when i get angry with your incapacity to
love me.

your conditional love is a fu.cking joke.
i'm falling out of grace and reasons to believe in us,
and i cant help thinking it's so much better than
what came before.
This was really good, except for the rest of the stanza after "weekdays". I found it to be kinda typical and i almost stopped reading it. I'm glad I didn't. I'd excise that part, to be honest.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn


so i dont love you.
yes, i've told you i love you
but that was someone who could love me back

Oh, wow. I felt my insides lurch. I mean, people say they feel a poem, but I quite literally felt something when I read that.

I hope things turn out for you, man.