There will be no Realignment

1
I bet you wonder about the unique nature of pollination and how reliant we are on bees
An objectively better use of our collective time
I guess your thoughts reside in the trees
This might drive me to crime

Probably white-collar, worst-case assault
But not warranted assault -- unnecessary and unjust attacks
Would that lead me closer to atonement?
I assume your thoughts still live high atop the atrium

It's cold in the water
Thoughts traverse around me like a school of fish
I know i'm not better
I expected a better dish

I expected you to drown too

2
Worthiness isn't defined by my feelings about the matter
Instead aligned with your acceptance of my presence
But hopefully further like actually thinking I matter
Even though you're at the sea line waiting --
I can't escape my own malevolence

This whole perspective, position, or postulation isn't pleasant
It's actually a pleasantly powerless position proposed by a precarious person
Possibly positioned perpendicular purely due to your lack of presence
please - progress

There is no way we have alignment

3
There are the walls that surround the experiences we shared
Breaking up hallways, fistfights, bedrooms, dinner parties
I was not one to overthink the slipping of glances
Or the increase of dreams laced in lustful action
I pretended the walls never moved

Pretending eventually subsides as every wall I surround myself with falls, cracks, or at least leaves
I simply cannot withstand not knowing
I am undeniably alive but unsure of the positivity of that

Plus or minus only matters if you are in control of the scale

4
Unfortunately conclusions don't exist within the stories we tell
There are creations of closure that wrap around your understanding - but they only mask my real face
The face of a man that broke through
This isn't a waiting room
The entities are not your friends
There is nothing more to tell
The story ends when you stop telling it...but
The story doesn't end for me

I can never let go