Snowflakes in Spring

trying

Lipstick
Stained
The outer corner
Of my mouth

The space above
Aimless
Devoid
About
Anywhere
Color might
Skim

We consist
Of slouched
Messiness

Loud
Proud
Honestly,
It's getting annoying
To shout

We make up
Doused
Sugar-coated
Thoughts
Sprouting anew

At the same time
We are not enough
To make up
Even the color blue

Your annoying
But in a way
That's toying

You drive me
Into a slumberless
Drought most days
Deploring

We are not
People
Who establish
Some commitment

We love
The idea
Of becomeing
Something new
To make
Our someone's
View
What it could be like
To love someone else

That isn't us

We leave
For the reason
To love again

But no one
Will ever understand us
So we'll be
The ones
They stare at
With pity
In their eyes
Until our grave

We love
In the only way
We know how
To change

Know that I'm trying
To stay