Bad Poetry Dump 3096

Rem

I hope you like the nickname
I never heard anyone else call you one
So I hope it's ok that I did, if I do
And not your lover, or your brother
Or someone else with a little more claim

I wish I could explain why
I'm getting fond of you
In that way I've felt before
But never really understood
And that has yet to work out

And why that mountain of isolation 
Just feels like a hill to me
I'll understand if you don't want to climb
But we don't have to meet halfway
I'll be happy to come down to you

I wish I could figure this out
I feel ashamed to want anything at all
When you said it yourself:
It was my fault
But I am scared to lose you

I guess it's the difference
Between being good to each other
And being good for each other
I think I can be both
But that hasn't worked so far

Anyways. Even this feels like too much
Although it's just a drop in the bucket
Of all the words we've had to say
So I'll leave it at this:
I want to build something
I'm not sure what yet
Will you hand me a brick?