We're nothing alike.
Your head is to full of concrete and maybe mine is to full of fireworks. Maybe your eyes are to hard to open and maybe mine are to hard to close.
It's almost like a void separating me and you.
A void that is menacing and maybe it can't be filled with the simplicity of words.
Maybe.
But maybe we're tough. Maybe we don't have to give in to the army of words thrown at us from every angle and the hatred from those who do not believe in love if not handed down by sacred hands.
Maybe I want your arms to be the closing curtains of a terrible show that no one attended but everyone saw.
Maybe I love you.
And maybe I want you to love me too.
(DISCLAIMER!!!! I felt it important to mention that a good part of this was written from observation rather than experience. So take that how you will. - Kari)
