dear basil,

a name is
yours

not the mouth that
refuses to say it

love,
basil

two syllables
never left your tongue
you sung it
like a song
stuck in your head

a constant reminder
that I was the one
you were talking to
when you followed
with three more words

it was never the way
you said my name
but the way
you never made me
forget it

What's ya name?
What's ya sign?
Where you from?
What's ya zodiac sign?
What turns you on?
I'm just tryna learn a few things about,
Is that okay?

Who should I blame?
When I think, when I write
Should I start with the name?
In my heart I am hurt
And the guilty are the same
Yet, everyone is innocent
They are friends as they claim
Then who should I blame?!

When you act that you love
And to win is your aim
It's a shame! It's a shame!
I'm a human not a game
I was dumb, I was fool with an F
I believe, I forgive
I'm the one to blame.
I'm the one to blame.

They dragged my naked body all over the town,
in front of the manically  joyful crowd
of clapping morons.

But none of them has made me the horseman,
none of them has made me the knight -
none of them has given me the name
and the freedom.

So I didn’t feel any pain, any shame.

is my mood ring broken?
or did i forget what it felt like
to know you?

i often wonder if i've numbed to it all,
but maybe my heater just stopped working.

all the same, i've forgotten the sound
of my name on your lips,
the air passing through, like a parting kiss.

so why let it be spoken at all?

is my mood ring broken?

all i'm feeling is small.