I wonder if you had any doubt I'd love this poem.

Random imagery, spaced out to reflect an intense or
depleted emotion. It's lovely in all its languid
sense.

As to the stanza:

"Bitter, aren't we
Without success
Before it"

I personally think differently. I think that success
makes bitterness increase, cuz with success comes
lower effort for the ultimate goal, I think, and
rather major social-domestic issues of fame and honor
and popularity...ah well. Something like that.
Just what I think.

I really liked this poem.

Alright.
You said not to think too hard.
Just let it wash over you.
I'm trying.

The first two blocks seem like obstacles holding two people from each other, especially the second one.

Hell, the whole poem feels like that.
Something holding something away, apart.
That's what it feels like to me.

I probably didn't get it, but I never said I was as good as you.

I am amazed at your ability to write the emotions in this poem so that the reader fells as if the are examining a painting.

Or at least, that's how I felt.

I had to read it a second time but once I stopped trying to read it and let the words speak themselves I felt awash with the emotions contained within this poem.

Well, I tried to sound deep. I just really liked this one.

Great job.

Cheers.