Imagining my life without you is like

Trying to come up with a new color

That has not been discovered yet.

The things we do
that we can’t do
in public
excites me.

Kiss
Hold hands
Embrace -

I thought
our consciousness
was supposed
to tell us
we are alive,
we are human.

But why does
it stops us
from doing things
others can?

We are different;

In public,
we are private
In private
we are public.

Who’s to blame?-

Never mind.

I love you,
And that’s all that matters.

These people
Their dreams
Their metaphors
Their ideas
Their ideals
All of them
  They
  Theirs
  These
All of those
   Of which are there
All of them
   To those who be
Are all for them
But not for me
Not for me

They start as a single
before moving to unity
a chorus of chortles
to those who listen for that

It’s hard not to
when they rehearse in your right ear
and perform in the left

You said that they could
lent them the key
thought about drowning out
with a little symphony

What a ******* mistake that was