There are far too many things
That would make us happy,
Features light with unbearable being
Scrawled across magnetic tape
In record and prescription,
On our past lives’ VHS,
Ruined by the kindness of rewind—
This wasn’t meant for us,
But that was never the point
We can only know expectations
When we’re already together
One feeling hate, the need to imprison
The wiles of a body, the other
Content to apologize endlessly—
There are far too many things
That would make us happy
But these things weren’t meant for us,
That was never the point;
It was never the point to love one another
And these hearts shaped like Mickey Mouse
Luckily don’t allow us the pleasure.