We are not the same

You tell me I’m too much

Too in your face

Much too clingy

That you need and value your independence

And I understand

That need for solo ventures

To be alone with your mind

Into a project

To throw yourself into work

Or pleasure

But honey, we are not the same

While I enjoy the same

I also enjoy closeness

I want to feel loved

To give someone the same

But what I enjoy even more

Is complete and utter solitude

To have nobody

To know nobody is there in the end

To know I only have me and me alone

I am happy to be alone

While you sink down below

And wallow about the lack of love

The lack of acceptance

The lack of intimacy

I rise above and I cherish

The fact that I will die

Just as I came into the world

Alone. Alone is my home

I do not fear it, I embrace it.

Oh honey. We are not the same.

I’m not the one who will ever say

I miss you as you do to me

Saying you miss my punk ass

I don’t miss anything or anyone

We really are not the same