Fellow Sagittarius

I used to believe in your sincerity and innocence

that you declared to me

Regularly,

you seemed ideal and kept a watchful eye

It was perfect with boundaries

Boundaries are okay, they're perfect

They declare and demand 

our deepest depressions and 

individualistic separations

from one another

We are terrified of anything else

in any other way

Like I said, it's okay

We should be kept on our nervous toes

sometimes

They take us to unknown destinations
and places with grass

from the other side of the fence,

which is bound to turn yellow

And change is good, like all of the seasons

and all of the words changing

and having their own homes

Pretending to be under the same roof

when their own is a little leaky

These words are never silent

They are whole and they bring us together

in a conversation

when they need to be released

between you and me

And with all of the other times without,

the spaces enjoy the solitude

That's where the real sincerity lies

In between the cracks separating 

you and me and watching from a far

Highlighting the boundaries 

Discretely, not secretly

We know what is there

So, don't pretend

~Tina Meeks