Am I Making Too Much Of This Poem by L.B. Temuco

For a long time ago now
I am trying to disown myself
to forget who I am
that I know you
of your life
of my life
I want to leave I behind
and swim with you in the ocean
I want to leave you behind
and float leaves in the wind
You can't ask me not to leave
and then always leave yourself
I am making too much of this
and it hurts
and it hurts
and I feel so silly, so insignificant
and I feel so impermanent
I want to leave my heart
leave your heart
and exist at the extremities
where a pulse is a whisper
where we kiss only
with our eyes closed
I want to swim with you in the ocean
and feel your eyes
in my fingers
I love you, but not I
am I making too much of this