It seized me that way in class You and I, what the ****?!
My thoughts got out of my hand I could tell no one, my knotted heart The answer was one I could speak but I doubted I could feel Everythings gets so ******* twisted So hard to see clear Like a fire it threatened to sweep what I held dear Guess what? Not what y'all think Guess what? it's not "us"
But now You've got a girl and I've got my man And all of a sudden, the doors opened up: (no more doors of hell, please) And I had seen clearly who we are I had a sun like vision I saw it in a bus downtown:
We are like two vessels of blood that need to flow together, side to side They stick around but never come together They are friends, they are not lovers
This wound will close in time! When it's over I will probably laugh
what if they cannot handle what we know it's true They could not handle me They could not handle you What if my mom thinks I ******* What if the world thinks I love you This is the simplest, truest way: you are simply my friend and it's up to me to handle it all well
This poem is about having doubts about whether you are in love with a friend or you just have a lot of complicity with him...and about how people's opinions can lead you to be confused, even more confused than you were at first.