And so it begins—
You turn left; I turn right
And one of us is wrong—
You should’ve turned right
Or I should’ve turned left
But not simultaneously—
That would leave us condemned.
It’s not okay to be different.
Difference is Bad—
Incompatible—
Defective—
Only same love now.
No you; no me.
No hetero Us.
Only mind games now.
I seduce you,
And mold you into Me.
