People like him
Because he’s like
A billboard
For the right price
You can put anything
On him
That you want
And I’d like to think
It wasn’t like that for me
With him
With him and me
That I liked him
Because of what I saw there
That nobody else did
But the truth is
There’s nothing there
That you don’t put there
The only thing
At the party
Is what you bring to it
I brought this long
Drawn-out explanation
Of why I was going to be
The one standing next to him
When all was said and done
And instead
He went out
And he met someone
Who’s even more
Of a blank void
Than he is
The two of them
They’re like two mirrors
Reflecting back
At each other
One feels something
And the other looks at it
Reflects it back
And it looks good
It looks like something
From somebody else
They go like that
They go back and forth
And they never run out of
Handing the same thing
Over to each other
And back again
I guess I…
I tell myself
I could have
Given him
Something new
To look at
But I don’t think
That’s what he wanted
I think when I put
Something up
On his billboard
He found out
That there was a price
Nobody could afford to pay
I looked at him
And I laid it
All out on the line
And I could see
That he tried
He…
He tried so hard
To adopt it
To believe in it
But…
But the problem is
Some things
Are too big
To fit on a billboard
Some things
Are too complex
And you can’t…
It’s not a canvas
It’s something you put
On the side of the road
So that when people drive by
Something sticks with them
I couldn’t stick with him
He forgot about me
As soon as I was
Out of sight
I should have
Kept it simple
More than simple
Unnecessary
Irrelevant
Bland
I should have been
As boring
As I could possibly be
And then maybe
He would have let me
Put up all sorts of things
And he would have
Sent them all back to me
And we could have gone on like that
We could have
Gone on like that
Forever
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