not lull in knowing people even though I will forever rarely

get inside another or see aside fists
pertaining to who sees only positive
traits that translate into I

should never love you

                               too good for you : too many things to endure of you

give my regards to disappointment

                                                         the future : everyone will die and never know

    your whole life : an agonizing miss you coordinate

of I and who and yet                                                                               only
                                 a reminder
                                               a distance

not nearly ever a part of this love only outside against glass and panting