why do you have to have things all your own way. why can’t you just let it be. why can’t you say it’s okay. it’s just not for me. why should everyone look like you. why not try something new. and what’s the difference between me and you. it’s just your opinion. so don’t tell me what to do. i know it makes you feel in control. but things will never be exactly how you want them to be. all the ups and downs. the rough edges. the cliff ledges. the  things that you hold dear. are only special because you fear you might lose them. so what’s the difference between me and you. they had no expectations. no emotional strings attached. they had an easy way with each other. and nothing holding them back. a story of love among mortals. bad sex and all. unsightly spots and blemishes. we were held in their thrall. they were open and honest. except for the obvious lies. everyone should have their secrets. everyone should have a disguise. their hopes were unsentimental. as hopes should be. they gave what they could with an open heart. and they did it willingly. and the harps and the trumpets. sang out from above. this is the often unplayed B-side of love. they traveled the road together. companions side by side. they didn’t care if it was long or short. for it always seemed quite wide. they breathed in every moment. unselfish in their glee. they never really thought about it but they were living free. they wished and dreamed. as do we all. for a better life and money. and on the day they fell apart. the sky was blue and sunny. and the harps and the trumpets sang out from above. this is the often unplayed B-side of love. how come you do one thing one time. and another thing every other day. how come you pull me in with your big brown eyes then tell me to go away. you’re doing it just for play. how come we’d hang around with friends of yours. and we’d always do what you’d prefer. and in the end. what i couldn’t see. is that people don’t love each other. equally.