Sour Apples

You give me
only your bad news
as though I go hunting for them

as though I ask you for the bad apples

as though I want them

as though I have appetite 

only for the sour stuff

You don't give me your laughter

your joy

Don't indulge me in whole, hearty meals

don't invite me to dinner parties

Only give me morsels

like you would a beggar

On the days

that I cried with you

On the nights

you fell asleep in my arms

your life's shattered dreams

nestling as pillow for your head

Don't you know

that I stayed awake

wishing for the days

that we would dance together