What isn’t he allowing?

We watch ourselves being polite
And are both enraged

I’ve always had all the words for both of us
You kept me simple
Loving my love
I can’t find the words, I’ve been trying
I’ve been angry, I’ve been clever
I’ve been trying

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

We were there

It was real

I want today, I want some

Unknown complex new

Thing 

Understood 

It’s really not that complicated, 

now that I’ve written a whole poem about it. 

We need a queer friendship

And it seems he won't allow it

And I don't know if I'm allowed to say that

I could write a poem about the

censorship that sneaks up around his insecurity

but I've really never felt like 

thinking about him that much

and I still don't want to