I baptized myself  
In the shower this morning

It sure didn’t help any though

I’m not
Repenting my sins
And I’m
Still too stubborn to ask for forgiveness

It’s like I moisturized myself
With gasoline
And ran into a fire

When we were together
I listened to a great deal of
Maxwell

Because we were in
our honeymoon phase
Residing in his Urban Hang Suite

Now I’m stuck
Listening to track 7
On a Blacksummers Night

With nothing left but a
Fistful of Tears

“It won’t be
soon before
long that you and I reach
our own Eutopia

Because I feel
our souls finding Harmony
Together

We grow closer each day as we find each other’s rhythm”

Yet you sing at a different register than
I do
You’re never on key

It’s almost as if
You’re tone-deaf

You say I’m difficult to read
Sort of like
A run on sentence
Or chicken scratch on paper
But not quite like writing in invisible ink

You say I’m difficult to read
But it’s not because you comprehend at an accelerated pace
It’s because you’re still at an intermediate level
Attempting to analyze an enigma

Falling in love
Is reminiscent of Maxwells’
Whenever Wherever Whatever
On replay on a sunny spring day

Maybe because I am in Love
Not just in distorted memory
But in vivid reality
And that sunny spring day
Was yesterday
And today

And so on...

Until all the seasons have passed
And days turn to nights

Together
Forever

I loved you
Long before I was able
To make your acquaintance

Now we are the dearest of friends.
The most dynamic of duos.

And I’m forced to portray a facade
In which I deem my love for you
Simply

Platonic

I dreamed the most surreal of dreams
About you
And me
Yet when I awoke
I forgot it within an instant

When I awoke all I had left was
A slight memory of what it felt like to love you
In the present tense
Because I was robbed of the chance to do so
Way back when

My imagination was actuality