I Try Perfume Genius

Thus, I try Perfume Genius
Am I happy that I felt love
Or am I sad that I am still feel it
"Just like love", he croons
'like' 'love'- verbs brutalized by nouns
Dreams brutalized by reality
Sounds brutalized by noise
"How long we must live right before we don't even have to try?", he speaks now
Maybe longer than forever; I think
I am slugged in a cocoon of melody
The cocoon itself drugged by insecurities
"I don't blame you"- his words right now
And well, mine too.