I love you, but

I love you 

But I am always about me 

About the air in my lunges 

How little I have left 

I have creases in my boots 

from searching 

for a boy with understanding 

I have found you 

Breathing air into my lunges 

I love you 

But I am always about me 

About trying to fall in love 

with a girl who is still broken 

A girl still falling apart

No matter how I’d love to focus 

On only you 

I am stuck with this needy self