You look younger than you are

And you are both so sweet

Lonely helpful marginalized

Quite deep yet broken

Slobbery out of order

Yet potentially potential

I’m not sure you see more

In yourself than critical mass

But I do finally finally finally

I didn’t read wrong

I just couldn’t read you

All your tags read as tattered rags

And you read louder and sooner

Than anyone could

And I know I know my soot

But you’re a Forrest fire, aren’t you?

Quite big. And so so sad

What do you do all day

While I take so long

Figuring you out

I didn’t read you wrong

I just couldn’t read you