Being in that parade

Where reality’s superficial.

The silver lining between the truth

And the lies hard to uncover.


What’s love if it

Doesn’t hurt?

What’s worth if it

Ain’t us?


I long for those eyes

Who could help me

Make sense

Of this maddening parade.


I long for those cuddles

That could wash down,

A naive vulnerability

Plaguing me everyday.


Is it so hard to

Whisk away the cowardice

Weighing down

On our love day after day?


Or are we so

Unprepared to march down

This world demanding entelechy

From us, in every possible way?


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