Something for each

He was the only one who loved me too
everyone just sees good enough
for a good time
He's laying on the floor
meditating to Emily Haines
wishing we were skeleton keys
instead of knives in our backs

But his eye never look deep but with the reflection of miles of landscape
His irises are thickly opaque
and only bright with the sun

He's just like me, he'll never feel safe
And just like everyone else
he only gives me one thing

One person to love me
One for intimate understanding

One to discuss anti-capitalist economics
One to discuss ideology
One to discuss space

One talented musician to find my voice
One lost composer to let me pass on lessons

One for last minute wine
A handful for sex now and then
An entire world to dance with
and no one to call mine

I take these things so carefully
I do everything right
my confidence is genuine
my independence steeped in a wide network of support
and realistic plans for meeting goals
I am charming
I find attention easily wherever I go
I scarcely even need or want
and still I offer generosity wherever

I am enticing, adventurous, and self sufficient
enough to find good in, but still only good enough
My love is spread across the city and state
and not one to call and feed me cold remedies
or pet my head and rub me with lydacane

No one to peddle baby talk and make me forget
lull me to a thoughtless transcendence
I just pity myself instead
-MJordan