So here I am, the great lover, confessing to be a fraud.
Not that I didn’t love you. I did. But why?
I loved you so I didn’t need to love anybody else.
I was tired of smiling at the people next door.
Every time I do a favor, I end up doing more.
I’m a nice person. I am nice and I always help.
I loved you so I didn’t need to love anybody else.
To focus on love—not just admire a bunch of things—
Is what genius is, the selfish diva who we hate—until she sings.
The more in love, the more selfish I seemed?
That was real. It wasn’t just something you dreamed.
I was writing my novel, my poetry collection;
Loving you focused me, and gave me direction.
I needed focus. That’s it. I didn’t need any help.
The true romantic puzzles us—how can they be so hot?
Selfishness—the focused laser burning continually on the self-same spot.
The world reduced to—you. Putting a great deal of things together.
I loved you so I didn’t need to love anybody else.
There’s millions of moments in a day.
Pleasure is found at the end of a stick,
Not scattered throughout the universe.
One is best. It’s sad to see millions of moments just floating away.
