if they cannot convert our

beliefs without force?

what power

do the men hold

if they cannot

birth a single thing?

butterflies

it takes a million deaths

to reach your full potential.

it takes a million lives

to get it right.

good thing

the good thing is—

you still give me that feeling.

you still make me long.

i think, how could he be content

without me? for this long?

i check your page.

is he safe? is he incomplete?

do his new “thing” value him

the way he’s supposed to be.

you know.. the way one’s

supposed to value the person

they’ve been dreaming of all

their life. i mean one can dream

right? hope shit cool.

all the lights out,

all the music gone—

i wander. i wonder

how you dance to our song;

does it have the same meaning?

i ponder—if you’re being seen

the way you’re supposed to.

is the story of love being shared

the way i do. i can admit,

it’s been too many times

where i do too much.

i’m about tired of

sharing about what

this was you think

i’m still bragging

about us. i see you

peep it every time,

i see you peep me

every time. i know you

love the attention

you know i was never

sure about you tho.

never tapped in

the way we thought

we would. we never really

grew to know each other.

never really grew together.

chemistry so fire—we just

understood. it’s no deep

conversation about

what

is love

or what love is

we.. we just do what feels nice

what you think feel right?

never mind the labels,

the drama, the expectations

never mind the rules

we do the things we like

never mind,

i always get too caught up.

// i see you

still write for me.

still seeking attention

in dramatic ways. you never

shared your heart in emphatic

ways.

always takes the static

for you to cave in.

every few months

we touch base, you

give me time to grow

into a newer me.

you write for the newer

me to respond to.

you test the climate.

is it hot or cold?

have my ways grown

sad and old? are the games

still exciting?

back when i first

pulled up on you

—you were waiting

arms intertwined.

crossed tight, “let’s chill”

playing lightly in the background.

i looked up, seen you smiling.

seen you hiding it.

red wine set the vibe,

read the vibe so clearly.

you were mine, then.

did you know

you were mine then?

let ’em know

you were mine then.

i wore all black this night

the white lights

too blinding.

the red light hides you,

guides conversation

i see you wanna

know too much,

you wanna hold

and touch the sun

just for fun, yet..

you know better.

the good thing is

i never took you

too serious. knew

you were just as

lost as i was. just

as curious. curious if

i had that thing,