I figured it out
figured it out from black and white
I can’t pretend to be someone else
as much as I know it would make things right
between you and I
between you and I
I can’t be like them
the voicemail to God asking to make me normal
never got returned
and all these years
with countless advances spurned
now you know why
you and I
will never work out
because there’s no room for love
in the sea of my anxiety and doubt
You know I’d love you
to the moon and back
if I wasn’t so weird
and attracted to the beauty of the black
that’s what makes this so hard
I do and I don’t
have what it takes to be with you
and knowing I’ll never have a chance
shrinks any happiness
inside these pants
you and I
destined to be watchers, I suppose
without a hand to give one another
and filled with two hearts
that will never grow
passively watching the world go round
we cover our ears
at sudden sounds
and I’d call you out to dance with me
but we’ll miss subtly
of why I called to begin with
between you and I
it seems we were made for each other
but to everyone else
we’re just too desperate
to find other lovers
or too
disabled
we couldn’t get anyone else
anyway
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Ouch, I could identify with a lot of that. Well committed to poetry.
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Thank you 🙂
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