Hate it then love it, we keep it then shove it
We hide it then show it, we’re quiet then shouting out loud
Lovers are lunatics
Do it deny it, refuse it then try it, we sell it then buy it
We’re always in crisis
We’re hurt and hurting with deeds and words
And at the end of it all we will make do with something
Or make do with nothing at all, it’s not our choice
We should try to elevate ourselves to a higher state
Where faces are faceless, our bodies are featureless, longing is weightless, belonging is frowned upon
Viva Loneliness!
Cast those aspersions as...