i’m sorry i couldn’t
give more of myself to you.
and that my actions
were confusing.
i’m sure you have no idea
on what’s going on.
but that’s just it.
neither do i.
but i know that
i shouldn’t be
having to force
myself to do anything.
especially see
a person.
there will be
another.
there always is
and i can get tangled
in shit again.
but i did enjoy
the short time
i spent with you,
lying on the bed
in your room with
no fan
next to the 101 freeway.
breaking your bed
and now
your heart. 