human

it hurts, a tender sharp pain…that spreads.

I think people lost there self esteem in all the proving.

I think authenticity was pushed away and exchanged.

As if there claps or boos will ever change

anything.

I don’t think love looks at us condescendingly…

So Why Do We?

I don’t think love fuckin cares about our make believe things

like power and beauty

I think it cackles in the background

not on stage

in the wild wild waves

the sand in your pants

the hand of a true friend

that moment someone understands

without you being above or below them

just… human.