Changes
When did it change?
Was it the romance,
or the first dance, the wet kiss,
at the car, maybe the confrontation,
that led me to be uncomfortable,
just the reason, you hold my arm,
no explanation, for how we moved,
from just a girl, to a girl that I know,
from trying to remember, your name.
To the purpose, of your game.
Pretending more, than could exist,
and suddenly, and suddenly,
I have to resist.
When did it change?
that we have to rearrange,
exactitudes of primal american attitudes,
things we want,
that give us anarchy,
dreaming someone else’s dream,
expecting ecstasy.
It changes,
believing changes,
speaking changes,
honoring changes,
wanting changes,
unwanted changes,
you expecting changes,
when belief in love never changes,
only the reality of it.
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