This Is All Too Much.

I don't think I will ever know,
If it was you,
The idea of you,
Or who I wanted you to be,
that really got to me.

I think I wanted you,
to be him.
In all aspects, save for a few.
Those few that destroyed.

And maybe as it turns out, you were too much
too much like him.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.

I should leave it alone.
But I can't
I have to, Need to, Want to know.
Exactly why.

So maybe I will make a fool out of myself
Just one last time.
and maybe this time
I will learn.