How I Want It To Be

The world isn't how I want it to be But it's all I've got to work with.
I'll understand if you don't wanna be me
It was never your choice, I'm certain.

I wish I was a little more obtuse honestly
Do all the things they do a little less consciously
I wish I was a little more puerile honestly
Do all the things she does a little less...

Would it be alright
To write about it?
One in the middle
Two worlds, two brides.

Nose and lips pressed
Against her skin.
Hand going below
Lay down, between.

Breathe over
Fingers on her ears.
Like scissors waiting
To cut, the sound.

Serene trinity
Time to go inside.
Taste what she never knew