the next time
someone tells me
“I’m an asshole.”
I would believe
you
told me
nobody knows how
to be
with Gandhi
she had said
“it’s exhausting
to be
around such a good person
all the time”
I won’t apologize
for being
ever again
I know
you want to be okay
I, hope
for the same
you want my heart
but you cannot stand
the size of it
you want to hold it
in your hand
but
you can’t fit it in your sight
I told you
I showed you
I’m not what people see
opaque skin
stuff the light away
blinding
I asked if you knew me
you want to work
on it
I’ll work until I drop
it’s what I do
just say
go