As people, we are so inconsistent,
For free things we are ever so resistant,
Resilient, but in fragments
Passionate
But painfully,
painfully shy.
As bodies, we like to keep moving,
But sit tight so our minds can keep looming,
Thoughtful, in dumb ways
The same
But desperately,
desperately unique.
As lovers, we are often mistreated
But lash back so we remain undefeated,
Together, a warzone
and more-so
When glaringly,
glaringly alone.
