You asked me to come over so many times
And when I was weak I decided to.
We came from different worlds-
And I knew it would never work
Because your expensive lampshade
Made me too uncomfortable
And every aspect of you
Seemed to exist for external confirmation.
I showed up at your door
With sleep crusting in my eyes,
And skin peeling from my lips,
And sweat sprouting from my pores-
And you had ironed every cloth you wore
Puzzled by my disheveled state,
But wanting to be great and succeed
At anything and everything
You tried to understand,
And your composure was convincing
But for the first time
you lacked something vital-
Something true to yourself.