Faceless Love

I fall in love with faceless people everyday

Maybe more so the ideas of them

I daydream of drunk dancing

With the many loves of my many lives

It is always infinite

Playing like a scratched CD in the outdated system of my subconscious

 

As a young girl, why shouldn't I fall in love everyday

Maybe I'm lonely

I need to be wistful, hopeful

With the ideas of kissing a stranger, a woman, a man

Is it naive?

I’m confused as I dance around the changing imagery, music, and fluidity

 

It is more difficult to fall in love with myself

Maybe it is true that you have to love yourself first

Before anyone else

With the music playing in the back of my mind

I try to dance with myself

I try to kiss myself

But the person I hold always goes faceless