I don’t want to hear
another ‘always’
stolen from you
by momentary bliss
look at me when you hate me
when you can’t fucking stand it
and show me your forever
rhetorical solipsism
I don’t want to hear
another ‘always’
stolen from you
by momentary bliss
look at me when you hate me
when you can’t fucking stand it
and show me your forever
I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine
lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not
soft lips from a memory
the blur of your visage
so close to mine
show me your cautious
vulnerability
and I’ll find the rest in your eyes
I hope it feels like home
wherever you are
torn napkins scatter the table
quick looks towards the door
the phones are ringing
muffled consuming voices with
every conceivable idea
about how to change
but I want to grow