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.