how can someone be so kind
while they truly master cruel?
be so compassionate
when actually it’s all an endless duel?
be so refined
yet still remain completely crude?
be so polite
and also be beyond quite coarsely rude?
be so fragile
although they are somehow harshly lude?
be so fuckin’ good
they’ve got their own gag enforcing rule?
I know you almost as well as you know me now. And that just makes me want you all the more. Can you imagine what it would be like and exactly how it could feel? Or do you make yourself stop short – at conversation because your heart gets to beating too fast too quickly just like mine does? Let’s not stop next time.