people won’t believe you and me my love
people only believe those who have traveled to the Moon twice
pretentious compliments, purposed respects.
people don’t even mind us my love
they won’t even take time to understand.
they are in fast underground trains
pretending not seeing each other.
people are busy figuring out themselves
staring at their own pictures, counting likes
setting their monthly budgets.
people believe numbers my love
better than that, percentages, comparisons.
they donate, and they steal
and they feel proud and they feel ashamed.
people are in need my love.
they are walking towards what shines
glitters and sex and blood.
people are busy buying bad news my love
in the fear of losing their houses
seeking them you go lost
and you dissolve
and you integrate.
into the crowd
into the correct forms
into all they think they know
and you will never know my love.