Our timing is wrong.
We both love in different ways
so
the sirens go off.
Red flags get waved
I’m tired of arguing
about how we should behave while falling in
Love
This is complicated
and my father never gave me a manual
on how to be a man or handle you,
or how to be in love and not act like an animal
when my words crash like silent waves still.
“I’m mad at you”
But that’s the price you pay.
We’d like to say
that people change
that hearts can rearrange.
That’s the righteous way.
But it seems not
But we probably should speak while the steams hot.
And we probably shouldn’t dream if the sleeps wrought.
And we probably shouldn’t seek if they seek not.
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