I’m sad you’ve nothing left,
to give me more than less

I’ve become too sane to let 
your in-desires win in my head.

you know, I didn’t get to wear that dress.
didn’t get to feel pretty in it, never mind be admired in it.
the steak dinner I planned for us twice
but the past saw it through to
“I’ll make it up to you.”

you knew how to keep me waiting,
and keep playing,
all for you.

but it’s okay, we only see each other 
a few times a year
and get to cram all that love
into just a few days.

let’s not look forward, enjoy right now.
but I’m tired, but I have more to do,
but I don’t have time for you.

you defend your life,
don’t hurt another breath
despite the blooming beginnings,
I’m no longer interested.