never want to make it easy
for you to admit
that your problems
are meagre.

& even when forced
to a breaking point
you make it difficult
still.

every star is a sun,
every sun is you.
everysinglething
revolves around
...

even if you don't require
the confession,
the profession,
the parade,
maybe it's time you know
((though i don't want to say))
that no one cares for your demands
these days.

you're always writing out
the next dramatic tragedy,
but then you go &
rehearse every scene
just for me.