Recognizing everything as it were

As a pretense, I’ve stopped caring

You’ll follow me home anyways

Suitcases will line the sidewalks

All searching for new lives

Everything surpasses logic

The creases of your pant legs hold you up

Because in the back of all our minds

We know you lack the backbone to support yourself

My front porch smells like copper

My back porch smells like dirt

The palms of our hands smell like cigarette smoke

And we fit perfectly

In the blacks of each others pupils

Cross-legged head bowed

Our thoughts coil themselves around each other

And the echo in my lungs add a back beat to the wind

We call this indescribable

Thinking of Christmas lights, reflections, purposes

Searching for a second heartbeat stronger than our own

All the while we found each other

Hating the state we were in

Hating the state for not keeping us

We were home

We were indifferent

Our faces were sunken in

Tinted grey

Our bones were protruding

Making sketches of our bodies

I walked out of the wallpaper

You got up off the ground

Staggering, proud, full of lies

Landing on the welcome mat of suburbia

We couldn’t help but think of

Asphalt, exhaust fumes, home invasions

And the emptiness in our hearts

So together we sat cross-legged, head bowed

Allowing ourselves

To fit perfectly

In the blacks of each other’s pupils.