Sound Waves And Static Poem by Faith Wood

Am I too ungrateful to be loved?
It's a simple question really
When the night is bitter and the stars seem dreary,
I only wish to have you near
But I've deemed it impossible
to reach a happy median-
I'm the sound waves and you're the static
Nothing cuts clearly through you
as if you are diamond,
but you sure do know how to break me up,
shatter me
So maybe I am unforgiving, unappreciative-
but at one point or another we all are
Today may be my moment to burn
but tomorrow you could burst into flames.