Craving Norms

At times I
Just want to be like you
A little freer
A little 'less me'
Like Nina wished.
Sometimes I don't want to write poems
But I still wrote this
So its rounded square one.
To be like you
Without the heats of doubt,
The weeping of worry or loss or something
There's always something
To bring heightened heartbeats
Not the ones
That precede some great feat
Or await a lover's smile at gifts
Those heartbeats that tremor;
The harsher kind.
The loneliness in groups
Craving norms
A simple sincere laugh
Or more;
Just not with nobody