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