i want you to know that if i told you,
you probably wouldn't understand, because
in the end it's easier to believe
that we're the only one who
will ever get it anyway.
it isn't really.
this is a poem about love
and the way they mostly take your words away,
or mine, anyhow,
and they leave you frozen -
but you knew that, didn't you?
you probably already knew -
but I wouldn't complain if you said it anyway:
i'm listening, or
i hear you, or