Explanation-glad I learned my lesson

these summer days,
seems I've forgotten who I once was
thought hints of me show up now and then
I eat mostly apples,
apples and natural peanut butter
there's something soothing in needing little
And I'm trying to conserve tears
I wasted most of them four months ago
little good it does to cry about silly things
I'm happy, I'd say
I don't want much
don't feel much
though my greatest loss is my ability and capacity for love
I've become like a dried crust in a bag of brown sugar
It was something I thought sweet
that did the most hefty amount of damage
love, i think

I've always known myself to be a person of passion
one who cannot get enough of people
one who lives to love
but even those things seem to have cracked
I'm more to myself, these days

I never knew a person could love too much
guess I was wrong
or if it's not quantity, maybe it's venue
is it possible to over-love someone?
I think so
sad excuse of love though it was
that's why I'm hollow
and I find time meticulous
Don't worry
I still like to laugh
I'm not a misanthrope
I'm just a little more scared
and more cautious than I was,
oh, and
dry

just a season
I don't imagine I'll be this way forever
But until I can trust enough to love again,
I'm a little more hollow,
that's all