livin a life of constantly being a little bit sleepy and mildly turned on
And after you have dabbed the patch you’ll grieve
And then proceed to scratch
The varnish off that newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon.
I think she was afraid to love sometimes.
I think it scared her.
She was the type to like things
that were concrete, like the ocean.
Something you could point to and
know what it was.
I think thats why she struggled with Love.
She couldn’t touch it.
She couldn’t hold onto it
and make sure it never changed.