not to not

there was jazz in the background,
a soft sound,
and the clinking of glasses and i
don't think this is where he really lives.
it's just where i thought he did.

his sneakers are slightly blinding,
the responses binding,
like a corset restricting your breathing
and that is not what i want!

i want to talk, to sleep next to you
to sing for you, to sing the blues
and i want to.

i'm not up for this world of words
and labels
and fools
and unpolished jewels,
because i know that i'm better than that.

even, alright,
already.