same old song

you're on the radio  
 
and it makes me sad  
because the song doesn't last long,
because i like it,
because i'm anemic.
 
i understand that all things die.
 
i gave you a butane star  
and you glowed cherry red,
 
red like love.
 
but not that kind of love.
i wouldn't be that lucky.
 
and it was just a song  
after all.
 
and i'm just me.
 
 
 
or at least  
 
the idea  
 
of me.