how many times
can i be
pushed to
the side
before
acknowledging
i am
the problem

i am sorry
my love
is a bitter
taste
i tried to
infuse it
with all the
sweetness
inside of me
but apparently
this lemon
is all rind

a fool
is meant to
love silently
with no
hope of being
loved back
it fuels all
the poetry
no one reads

never quite
enough
just like
my brain
is always
fucking screaming