You're always mad and I'm always late
we both have so much to give
and don't want to take.
Splitting our coin, our apples, our lives
wondering when it became a two person game
how love became a creature, trying to survive.

And I still chase fireflies,
sing to a series of moons
as summer rolls by
while you grow tired of the wild cries,
sounds of me licking my wounds.

You hate pollution
but I'd miss searching for sea glass
in oceans
so far away and vast.
Let's just see how long this lasts.

I call them wildflowers
you say they are weeds.
I think of wants
and you know of needs.
We are, nothing alike,
but so full of greed.
How can I make you happy
when we only want to be freed?