how silly of me, to underestimate
the weight of my heavy heart
to think that i could just
set it down somewhere, that i
could relieve myself for a moment
of the burden i crudely carry.
how silly of me, to shed
my porcine skin over you
and crush the fragile emotions
that lurk, squatting in my shadow
politely denying their own
existence, in futile consolation.
how silly of me, to give you
another piece of baggage
to think i could carry it for you,
[the adoration that you truly deserve]
i cannot accept this lavish gift from you
and i am far too weak to deserve it.
