"It’s important to be friends first," they say,
"you need slow down, need to be patient,"
as much as I can agree that
this is what’s healthy, ideal
that this is what lasts,
(and as much as I’d like to practice it,)
I will never be able to see myself with someone
with whom I’m able to
I can never say I’m truly in love
if I was able to wait, think, slowly come
to feel it.
I can’t be content sharing my life with someone
if I can keep from being reckless, clumsy, desperate
in its inception
"Love is patient, love is kind,"
but sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes it demands,
sometimes it yells,
sometimes it hurts,
sometimes too much.
Allthetime, it wants
allthetime, it shows
allthetime, it cares
all the time, too much.
And it’s not that I choose to be so difficult,
something like love
as something that