Snippet... (In Search of Poetry Lost, part 1)

I'm too loose to be taught
Too cheap to be bought
Too broke for a fix
Too single-minded to mix

I'm too much, but not enough for you
That's why we duel with our tongues
And lock steel-sharp eyes

You're too much
And so our destinies crash
We repel
We rebel
...and something else

(Something I wrote, more or less, in September... got lost in my old notebook... Can't remember how I finished the poem - if I ever did - but this was the gist of how I started it.)