Two Souls, Intertwined and Interluded.

You watch shows about stricken love,

you listen to music that aches.

You are a palate of discomfort and uncertainty,

but you choose to be with the picture of perfection.

Complacent but sweet. Stable but boring. Approved and approving.

Your soul seeks elsewhere, but you ignore its thundering cries against your ribs even when you keel over from the cracking.

I watched horror movies until I was done living out my own and seeking familiarity,

I turn on music that inspires instead of barbwires, despite my longing for what I know.

I am a palate of want and trauma,

but I choose to model alternatives and humour.

I am aching but grinning. Certainly a friend but hard to fare. Hurt and hurting.

My soul seeks something it may never have, but I ignore its thundering applause against my sternum for that would require confidence and charisma.

I keel. I crack. My soul cries for you. You do not know how to answer.