Some

You’re better than some
I’ve seen
but can you make me
gleam?
Because I don’t just want
to glow
and have that followed
by a drop a dip a sadness
that always seems to stick
to any plans I wrote on the palms
of my hands, so if
this won’t be bright enough
let’s just turn off the light.
I’ve had enough of just
all right.

It’s been too long of a walk,
and I didn’t fight through that
forest
to be a part of a chorus
singing songs I barely know.

And I’ll be brightest
when I find
the right kind.
Until then I will just
change my mind.