is it just me
or do you also not know
where i end and you
begin
most of life spent inside
looking out
ponderous and pining
for what the others
have
how they make friends
like it's nothing
while i'm over here
losing myself
in your
kool-aid
drowning
in your
charismatic sea
burping up the bullshit
of someone else's autonomy
wanting only
to just be
....me
but still standing next
to you
