Sometimes

Sometimes I think
I’m not like That Girl
In this movie, and
We’re not like Them.
We don’t open our books for each other.
We don’t fall in love in four days.
Sometimes
The thought of this movie, This Girl
Make my lips taste bitter
After they touch yours.
Are we out of sugar
Already?

Sometimes we find some.
Sometimes it spills at our feet
When we open the cupboard door
And I open my book
For you and you
For me,
But sometimes
I feel the idea of Them and Her
Crumble in my hands like old paper
And I can’t seem to grasp
It or You or Us
A pile of dust
Falling in silence
Filling the space
Between our eyes
Sometimes.