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untitled older poem

you think that just because
you tangle your fingers in my hair
you make me scream
you make me melt...
that i should drop everything for you.
you're too much reality for me,
and i think it's more than likely
that you'll fade away.
because no matter what you say,
i can't trust you. you've proved that too many times.
know, though, that love can be real.
trust that you don't have to settle.
maybe it's better this way--
you full of doubt and fear and bitterness,
me wasting in my own inconsequence and insignificance.
maybe i'm too much reality for you...