Poem -

two sides, same coin

two sides, same coin

I didn't realize how much I wanted something like this
until our 7th or 8th many-hours-long conversation
about lord-knows-what.
I gave up looking for such a thing
when I made peace with the fact that no person in the world
would ever understand me the way I hoped they would.
You were completely unexpected.
We seem to understand how each other's brains work
from experience as opposed to sheer empathy,
and I didn't expect how nice it feels to be known like this.
The parts of me that no one has ever laid eyes on
I have shown to you,
I think I just know you're safe like that.
A man who shares the dream
I've held close to my chest since I was young,
no matter how impossible it is in the modern era.
An old soul whom the sheep can't seem to forgive
for crimes he did not commit.
A philosopher in his own right,
with demons he's never deserved.
I hope I know you for a long time,
and I hope that one day you can see yourself the way I see you.

Now,
how would you like to watch the city burn with me?
 

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