I think.

I think we

should curl up together

breathe the same air

laugh softly at inside jokes

jokes inside our heads,

not shared yet

I think we

should play the piano

or maybe you play and I'll

listen to notes that go sour

the moment they disconnect

from your fingertips.

Until then, they were pure.

I think we

should run away

maybe on our own

try this whole lonely thing

everyone says it happens

eventually

we've been joined at the hip

since before I knew you existed -

but maybe that's exaggeration.

I think we

should become pirates

fight wars and be bandits

of the seas,

all seven -

though there're more -

and steal rich men's treasures

I think I

would keep it

just for proof of Bragging Rights

but

I think you

would give it away

like a little Robin Hood

might pay back the poor

for all their troubles

with rich bastards

like me.

And maybe

I think we

aren't as alike as everyone

seems to think

that we're not the same person

but even if we share a face,

a father, a host of

deoxyribonucleic acid

just twins,

that's all, and everyone knows

You're the good one.