I always knew it
she never told me up front
or maybe she did
or maybe she pulled a trick
and snuck it in very sneakily
my heart collapses when I think of it
why she has to be that way
the wrong way, I just know it
I always knew it
she sees in black and white
I see blind
she thinks of herself, of me
Of what she knows, of what she thinks
Of what she’s always thought
But it’s wrong, I just know it
We are not so different
yet so much the same
what about the hair, what about the eyes
what about the people, how they live
how they eat, how they feel
because We need to feel
alike
and not so unlike
As to not like
from feeling unlike
is to sour
the bitter dough
it’s how they grew up
it’s how they lived
it’s what they ever knew
But it’s wrong, I just know it
she worries and she’s frightened
that I’ll be wrong in her eyes
but I simply see blind
I can’t erase their childhood
or what they learned and discovered
but I can keep mine
and learn and discover
that the world is too big
for tiny circles and squares,
sorting colors and hairs,
planting statues and stairs
that lead nowhere
but back there
wrong way, I tell you
I just know it
I have to just know it
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
I always knew it
she never told me up front
or maybe she did
or maybe she pulled a trick
and snuck it in very sneakily
my heart collapses when I think of it
why she has to be that way
the wrong way, I just know it
I always knew it
she sees in black and white
I see blind
she thinks of herself, of me
Of what she knows, of what she thinks
Of what she’s always thought
But it’s wrong, I just know it
We are not so different
yet so much the same
what about the hair, what about the eyes
what about the people, how they live
how they eat, how they feel
because We need to feel
alike
and not so unlike
As to not like
from feeling unlike
is to sour
the bitter dough
it’s how they grew up
it’s how they lived
it’s what they ever knew
But it’s wrong, I just know it
she worries and she’s frightened
that I’ll be wrong in her eyes
but I simply see blind
I can’t erase their childhood
or what they learned and discovered
but I can keep mine
and learn and discover
that the world is too big
for tiny circles and squares,
sorting colors and hairs,
planting statues and stairs
that lead nowhere
but back there
wrong way, I tell you
I just know it
I have to just know it
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