There Is No Title

Jane says,
She’s a weapon of mass seduction
there will be repercussions
The faintest fear of assured mutual destruction
But worth while to wade through the emotional deconstruction
and lend a future hand to less painful introductions

We’re all just humans, learning how to be
It’s not as simple and just you and me
We’re fighting battles long been held
With western capitalist ideals and religious sociocultural fails
we fall into traps, love is free
It’s more than the masks that we each choose to see
It’s more about what we value, and what kind of person we each wanna be
Or we can keep writing to each other like children,
And process our pain through poetry.