Drama King

I've been called dramatic
so much,
It makes me question
how I value a person's
worth

I find interest in
the mundane,
the little things,
routines we feel compelled
to repeat
For all the bullshit
that's in between
we aren't concerned with
The End;
we know how it ends

This isn't
about flair or
being too much, its
bigger than that
Doesn't anyone
consider it a curse to
feel the way this life
feels to you?
Like a kiss in the
dark, it's only
seen by you;
she never pulled away, but
you're in two spaces
separated
by
a
galaxy
of emotions,
each a minor
tick on this spectrum,
a blackboard of
intensity
You can't share that experience
You can't share any experience

So,
you can't even start
to process how
I perceive
anything
Neither could I you
So,
if you cant get it
at a cellular level,
then maybe if i
blow it up we
could possibly
be on the same
page for once,
before The End
Maybe it could be
the first time ever
in history
People simply disregard
my colorful attempts
"You're so dramatic"

I don't know
which
is the folly
of man:
that I continue to try
or
I'm always dismissed


Later  Days, Longer Nights