You said
you can’t love me
I’m an underachiever
I said
you can only be an underachiever if you have the capacity to achieve
that means you do, that means you could and if you choose not to
that may mean you have principles in this unprincipled world
you said
you can’t love me
I’m fat
I said
when did the first person in the world say to another person?
that loving someone was contingent upon weight? When did it become
that facile?
and if you are fat then the Pope’s not Catholic, so come on, a stomach roll
or two is a sign you enjoy food
not
a valid reason to be harpooned
you said
you can’t love me
I’m nobody
and I wanted to cry but I’d run out of tears
worrying I’d never hear from you again
so instead I picked up the bucket I collected them in
dropped a silver coin and made a wish
I can’t say what that wish was, or it may not come true
but I’ll give you a clue
the only thing you are is
wrong
because
you’re everything
to me