if you were to draw
a comparison, would it look
like mine?
we stare into red, swirl at the stem
scrape at our years, and
fall fresh into old habits.
i tried just hard enough
to impress [myself into] you
so later, for longer, you'd think of me often and on
purpose.
if i undid all of my firsts
and forgot all of my feelings
i'd never have found another.
