"Author's note: Aaaahhh ok I wrote a poem I've never done this before it's so intense be gentle aaahhhhh"
I might exist philanthropically,
Simply because I don't care much for myself
Like on those chilling, Brighton mornings
When I hoped you were warmer in your home in the tropics.
I might reminisce philanthropically,
Because the only memories I adore keeping
Are the ones that we defined together
And never the ones I wrote alone.
I might cherish philanthropically,
Simply because I want you to know
That someone thinks you're wonderful
Far more so than himself.
I might love philanthropically,
Because I don't think enough of it goes around
In either of our directions
And I'm sure that one of us deserves it more.
But maybe I use that word only to justify myself.
I suppose it may not even be philanthropy, when it's to so few people.