We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.

No matter our race or color or creed
or way of life or species or breed.
No matter our height or girth or scent,
we all hate Donald because Donald is a ******* ****.

I hear voices
yes you do
They're unfamiliar
who are you?
Get out of my head
but I like it here
You're not welcome
face your fears
I won't talk to you
Oh, yes you will
I have no choice
time to ****?
why am I so crazy?
you're been so alone
I'm crying now
*come on, pick up the phone
Dial  your friends and listen to the tone
Of a voicemail message, they left you at home
again
Soon, you an I will be best friends
I'll make sure we have a beautiful and red end