you were uncomfortable, thinking i adored you too much
i remember asking if i liked you better than you did
you replied, ‘probably’
there is a tenderness in you that is not confined to a soft white underbelly
you are wrapped in vulnerability
you should have been better loved
the train went off the tracks a long time ago and you can’t seem to get it back online
i wish you would let me help, but you cling to what is known, even if unlivable
if not adoration, just simple love