Too Much

Third poem in one day...

Too Much

I'm empty cold I wake up and cry and cry and wish it's
Winter and I listen to this song and this song any song
And this one it's so dark, Why do you always change
Like leaves like seasons like fire like people like places
If you were just the same like wooden things
It would be perfect, I'll be okay it's
Not the first not the worst time
He was just my first love
Now he's Z + L + too much
Else and I won't
See him again
But that's
Okay