F The Rules

Do you want to know me?

Even in the deepest conversations
The formalities remain

As we bathe in the
Shiny, sparkly newness

One hand, sampling each flavor
Other hand, waving goodbye

There’s a surface level depth
I wish we could live in

Shallow enough for the sun to
Reach every corner

Permeable enough to
Start to sink

But reality grabbed me by the wrist
Pulling me off your ride

And now I sit suspended between
What is and what could’ve been