I am not a good person.
I tell you, believe me.
I don't know you, and
you don't know me,
and you don't love me
and you don't want to.
I am not these words.
I am more than black letters
on a virtual page,
or maybe I am less, but
I am not a good person.
You don't know me and I don't know you.
I am a mess of skewed beliefs, and
poor decisions,
bound and buried in my throat,
and in my hand writing,
and sometimes the words are
interesting to read,
but it is not interesting to love.

I am not a good person,
really not.
You don't know me
and I don't know you
and we do not know each other,
and I like it better that way.