Eighty-six must be our secret number
To say we are in love among a crowd.
We are one whenever we're together,
Though we daren't mention it out loud.
We giggle at the same idea unspoken
And smile in simultaneous disdain,
Existing in a single cell unbroken,
Two nuclei alike in joy and pain.
Outwardly we are just closest friends
Because we do not wish to cause distress.
But when we're grown, the fairy tale ends
As we come out in more authentic dress.
Meanwhile we're ourselves in secrecy,
Our silence merely adding to our glee.

My Ideal Person: Silence of the soul
Leaves me unsettled
Nothingness
Fills thee
And in return
Makes me
Numb

I quiver in disgust
Having once heard
The musings mumble
More than one chord
Their echoes forming
A chorus
Of love lined instrumentals
Bathing thee in joy

Unrequited layers
Gather in your heart
Perhaps
Perhaps not