I am too much for you
and always will be
your hand will never cup my cheek
your mouth won’t touch these parched lips
I won’t die in your arms
a romantic Juliet with eyes of burnt grass
dear Romeo

I am too much
your love for me was always stunted
never tailored to the shape of my heart

you only steal bits of my soul
feed on raw feelings
during nights when the quicksilver moon
burns your temple
and my smile
chokes your breath

you don’t have enough poison
I don’t have enough patience

do not love me...

you’d have to grow several hearts
to do it right