We Don'T Understand This, Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

because i don't trust you.
because you don't trust me.
because the lies make perfect sense.
because the songs i write don't fit.
because the start of this was rigged.
because the end of us was fixed.
because the words that left my lips.
because i stole a pumpkin from the field.
because i was thrown into my fate, sealed.
because you have me. because i'm ill.
because i'm only 20 and i've eaten my last meal.