You're Free to be Me

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.