i know, you know, if i had it my way, i'd be alone

if you ever make it back here, i'll meet you at that place we went
some poetic terrorism, if i could have it my way, catalyzed by suggestion, you'd come home
and we'd be first, mother find us, question how art bodies are being used, unconditional, everything is

*i wish i wasn't bashful when it comes to Other Them*

it's always dull when you are inside, but if i could have it my way
darling you would come. alone. subsequent agitation, hegemonic
power struggles, remember when you moved here, and the first time

we didnt kiss.

we'll still be
*friends*

remember that you are sorely missed
and we'll forget the place we never met.

*and, if i had it my way, you know, i'd always be alone*