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