Today, in a message,
you called me a poet warrior.
Today, I screamed at you in a book store.
Knowing you were not there
did not stop me.
You have put me in a difficult position today.
I have no choice but to adore you.
I’m sorry,
These decisions are made above my pay grade.
I am just the messenger.
I am just another
Insufferable sentimental fool.
Built to falter.
The starlight can suck it,
I am keeping you.
