Soliloquy of Domestic Alienation

How did I let it get this way?
How did it all become so hard
Just to stand and say,
I love you,
And we like it that way.

Bodies touch,
But our hearts seem far away.
Oh, its just me,
So you say.
How do I make it all ok?

BAM.
The reflection that I'm really just
Off on my own,
Hits me,
Like a tsunami to the face.

Is that why I feel like I'm drowning?
In a sea of confusion,
Full of waves of voices,
Telling me not to surge and sway,
Not to be tossed to and fro
In the midst of this goddamned
Clandestine clusterfuck of a day?

Is this then the source of my dismay?
My own alienation from all that I do,
All that I can be.
I want so hard to see right through,
All the fog that surrounds me.

Who made up this obsolete declaration,
That for me to simply cross the floor to you,
We need endlessly strut back and forth,
Regardless of our hearts' combined palpitations?

We gotta get out of our own way,
Stop trippin', stop struttin',
Stop doin all the things,
That conceive and birth our deep dismay.

Hey!
Knock knock, I'm at the door of your Mind,
Tryin' to enter, to just be seen as me,
And not the upside-down cartoon character,
Blown up on your internal flatscreen.

Its hard enough getting a clear view,
Of the assemblage that is me,
But to do it for us both,
We first have to dismiss the machines.

Where's the audience?
I'm the only one in the room,
So who you tryin' to impress?
Who you tryin' to convince,
That you're oh-so-strong?

Well-intended it may be,
But for me its sharpened prongs,
Betraying my sense of closeness,
To be our best kind of We.

This is the Key,
In my estimation:
To lay our scripts aside.
Gotta air out the dirty laundry,
Forgetting the past and reaching inside.

While we run our fools' errands,
We run in circles 'round the door that,
We need so desperately to open.
Take this my token,
Of my affection:

I was there for your resurrection.
Cast aside arbitrary concepts of imperfection,
And try to see the you I see,
Just hang free and kiss,
Me.