His Loves

I don’t know enough in retrospect

Even a decade later

But playing Beach House while I’m being me and you’re being someone else

Does not mean you love the beach.

I love the beach and you claim to,

But you haven’t been to one in seven years and you have one an hour away.

He must love something I don’t understand and cannot compete with

Men make everything a competition;

My sanity is not a game.