Somethings Will Never Leave You (They Aren't People)

                   It's a beautiful certainty when you realize 
                 you can do absolutely anything, 
                contrasted with the ugly, 
              awful truth that you will 
            unavoidably hold yourself back
          from what you could never deserve.


                  If I can remember happiness,
                    it isn't myself, but the shape the
                       veins in your wrist made, the sound
                           you murmured in your sleep, and
                             not a thing about me that was not 
                               an everlasting fathomless feeling of 
                                 inadequacy that is still there, and here.