maybe it’s me
maybe I don’t have the capacity for a healthy relationship
maybe I fall in love too quickly
my expectations are suffocating
grand gestures aside–what is left?
maybe I’m too high maintenance
do I expect too much text and
not enough sex
but what is sex without connection
and what is connection when you’re not here
so I guess I’ll just go watch the sun set
because he’s always there
from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.
