Out here looking crazy. Out of body experience wearing straight jackets. Looking around trying to see what it is I’m lackin. How can I make you love me. Think more of me. Run your mind. Something like you do mine. Something like I’m in jail and not sure how to do the time. this time. Banging on the bars with my coffee mug. Trying to stay awake making sure I’m on point. Cuz you just may come around and let me out. Some time soon. Sometime around noon. Is what they say. Mid day. Not first thing in the morning when you’re fresh in my thoughts. Til I go to the mirror & remind myself that I’m a bad bitch and I ought. Not even play myself like this. Like that. And like this. Cuz I’m still clenching my fist. Palms bleeding, cut up by everything I wanna say but I aint that brave. And I suck at anything involving something that needs to be saved..or managed. So don’t take advantage. of the fact that everything comes out at once. And I look like a dunce. I look crazy. But I bet you I won’t look lazy. I’ll work…grind…and whatever else you need to make you love me. make you think of me. make you miss me. make you wanna kiss me. Mid conversation. Make you wanna start over. experience me all over again. Mid revelations. Make you think I’m the best shit ever. Even though you might have had better. Nah fuck that. You know what it is. I know what it is. Let’s just quit playing. And start saying what we feel. Be real. And stop looking crazy apart. Only in our separate hearts. And be out of our minds together. Padded walls. Straight jackets. Running each others minds. While we run alongside. You and I. He and he. You and me. Me and you. Us. We. Our. That’s a better choice of pronouns….