Clueless Ink

The want to respect your boundaries,

the little time you need with us,

the not-so-cute practical you.

The food with minimal spices,

love for the moon and the night,

likes straight long hair with some hair tucked back—so neat, so tight,

the lonely howls and staying quiet for a while.

This opposite human that I’ve been appreciating for a while—

hey, you’ve been great at being you.

But.

I’ve a sun painted over me,

I crave the right amount of spice,

with all my curtains open to some curiosity and light.

With some burdens on my shoulders,

I like to cry with the person who seems right.

While we deal with our antonyms,

we should be able to breathe and heal.

Let the differences soar.