the difference between you and me
is I appreciate it for what it is
apart from what it’s supposed to be
what it’s told to be
what we’re expected to be
I don’t love for their reason
I don’t even know their reason
[I don’t know if they do either]
is it just because they need to?
because that means that they really are?
because it’s the image that is desired and promises meaning?
the mind of many
to me
shells on a street
a shell that I can’t see beyond
that I can’t think beyond
what I see is what there is
nothing more
just doing
it is the[ir] reason for loving that I don’t see
that I don’t understand
I don’t know if I want to
I don’t want to love because I’m told to
I want to love because it is beauty
