I’ve been bad at love
Waiting for confirmation
Getting ahead of the situation
Thwarting it in advance
I’m bad at love.

I’ve been bad at love
Opening my heart
Full spigot
Wearing out the valve
Call the plumber too late
The minerals have hardened.

I’ve been bad at love
Wanting only the best
So demanding
Inside voice only
No one hears
Terrible director.

I am bad at love
Here
full,
ruing my inability
to fix you
infuse you,
fill you with it
entirely.
It’s high tide,
it’s yours.

And I’m going to be here
Knowing we had it
But it couldn’t last
Except for…
in all there is,
all the molecules existing
forevermore
and always.