Aren’t we a pair
I thought as we paced
his arm around my shoulder
mine around his waist
Looking almost like a normal couple.
Me,
the paranoid
borderline schizophrenic
damn near depressed
pathological liar
in chains.
You,
the emotionally void
alexythmic
constantly vexed
sometimes a crier
in constant pain.

It’s almost scary
being so close to you
in more ways than one
Especially
considering how long I’ve known you
that we’ve only just begun
romantically-speaking
that is — not that we’ll go further
because we’re both so scared, right?
We were always king
in our imagination. No weather
could falter our constant emotional fight.

No matter the container
What I know is what I hope is true:
perhaps I’ll get a little saner
now that I know you