Growing Pains

I understand, and I hear you; I love you. I don’t pray!

I don’t believe in random activities, though I procrastinate throughout the day.

I want you. I want me, I want us, I want life.

I need time, more time.

The bolts of life thunder around my mind, creating worlds between myself and I.

The inevitable will happen, and we will fall in love during the day. I’ll kiss you as you fall asleep and quietly walk away.

Boxed In Boxed Down

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.