Red Reality
I’m like a ball of yarn
ready to be knitted
But I’m not sure
If loose or form fitted
Souls would be best
I wrestle with myself
How can I be a better person
When I am so self absorbed
Always wanting to be free
Yet enjoying the fruits of
Union
Wanting a kiss
Yet desiring virgin lips
I’m a walking contradiction
With a multitude of different
Afflictions
Yet I still believe that
There’s someone perfect
For me
That I just have to breathe
And persevere despite fears
That I am really better
Off alone
I’m not really afraid of solitude
But somehow growth
Seems more exciting
And more enticing in twos
I overthink about things
Happy to imagine
I’d likely never be
Satisfied with red reality
So the jokes on me
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