You say one thing and do another.

You’re like, ‘ask me anything, we can talk about anything.’

I speak and you act like you’re shocked by my choice of words. Then you go silent for a while – resurfacing as nothing happened and ask, ‘are you okay?’

I mean, we are grown!

Yet, you act as though I have poisoned our conversation and crawl back to base, only to whimper a little.

Why are you so conformed to a false narrative, delivered by our society?

I look at you and think? Right! Okay!

The things you choose to do, allow me to see you under one hundred, hundred-watt lights.

Get some sealant and box yourself in.

Stay down.