We Two
I feel you pushing me, Shoving me around, Twirling me like an elaborate dancer To a song that only we two can feel. You fall in love with the fast pace, The trance-like beat, The soul-sucking anger that numbs me. I fall in love with you, With the boy who is both youth– Rage and Apathy and Passion, And maturity– Thought and Precision and Skill. You see me as the broken doll, A toy that you can fix. I see you as someone to hold, Despite the loss we both feel. Never have two been farther, I think, Or closer. Perhaps we just are not meant to be, But we hold on anyway, Desperate for someone, Anyone, Who feels as we two do, Who hears the fast, soul-sucking trance, Who can dance to it, Twirling quickly through tragedy That no longer is corporeal, But now spiritual, Inside of us forever. I feel you pushing me, Shoving me around, Twirling me to a fast past paced beat That only we two can hear.
