Let's talk about us

Let's talk about us,

we are not simple

but yes, we're vulgar.

I'm not sad or happy,

my resentment is made up

of frost, understand me?

We need very little.

For example, more time

to kiss two or three 

other mouths

without committing.

We need plausible passion

in the background of what 

we’re willing to receive,

maybe loyalty and commitment.

But we’re soft and stupid,

and never stop crying.

Mud drags the earth 

that unites us. We’re misery 

of infinite nothingness, 

and everything’s 

understandable frost.