You were telling me you loved me and I didn't know what you meant. Am I the only one who feels this way?

The mind is reptilian in nature
Shedding its skin each passing day

The hollow remains seem that of someone else
Where they haven't changed, but we know they're not the same.

We slither around in our new found skins
Slowly adapting to each situation
Forever shedding to meet need after need
Sometimes to a point when we bleed

Our skin my shed and our colors the same
But some of us change skin so much we forget our names.

he left


so i did too

She
He
But the correct answer is we.

She
She
No, that's wrong, the winds scream.

He
He
Isn't what was intended.

Yet this is what's real.

Voices tremble behind closed lips.
A door locked and the key swallowed.
For her and her,
Me and you.

But you remain indifferent.
Unchanged and stony silent.
That is what the world says is good.

He
She.