Am I being punished because of it?
This thing we never speak on
That itch we never touch
That space we seem to share but rarely visit
The silence before the smile we parade in front of each other
Acting like we’re not aware of “It”
That kiss goodbye that’s so much more than a kiss goodbye
Am I being punished because of “it”?
Am I being punished because I choose to accept “it” as fiction?
Yet revel in the joy of your company
Conveniently detaching myself from the fact that
My joy in you fuels your joy in me
Yet we tip toe around would be happiness
Dancing to the sad songs of fear
Chained to our overvalued assumptions