R

it doesn’t need to be said
-mutual understanding-
maybe it was written
-mutual tolerance-
I think it was a fantasy somewhere
I think it was a reflection on your place in the world

there is a red streak in you
that blood rages for justice
and there’s a view of society I sometimes mistake
for something beneath that

there is a black streak in you
that soul passions for hurt
only a heart that has mirrored that experience would want
would see the need to incite

I can’t contain
I can’t relate
I can follow
I can imitate
I can’t constrain
I can’t restate
I can frolic
I can immediate

I see your place here
it’s not lost in the introverted shadowed corners
it’s only starting to feel loved, however,
by the sun that I hope keeps shining