Sine Qua Non

There are people who
Want me to empathize,
I am unsure what tears would change
Rather wear you like a sweater
Share our stitches,
Torn for better

There are people who
Dream me an enemy,
Golly I wish but not that vain
I don't share your taste for leather
More like cheap wine,
Caffeine, stutter

There are people who
Need to see me erased
Just say my name and that's okay
Sometimes feel like antimatter
Watch us scramble,
Fucked up patterns

There are people who
Feel me lucid engraved,
I flirt with friends like Death and Fate
Hope I can meet them together
Blocked my email,
No more letters.