will you still
when night comes near?
and i don’t want you to go,
but don’t know how to say,
in my arms forever,
melt away like sins of youth
till our love becomes like truth.”
become like truth,
like two children
scheming at the kissing booth.
i only ever wanted to be
a single living entity, a human being,
but everyone kept saying, i had to choose something-
schemas developed by their psyche.
so i chose, now, i’m feeling lonely and ugly
like everything else, everyone else,
but me, but me.
why can’t i just be me.