Cut you by mistake
But I let it fester
And for our sake
I should have known better
I shouldn’t do more
But it’d be unfair to you
So I poured
Some alcohol on the wound
It stings and it hurts
And I see how you feel
But alcohol on a cut
Cleans the wound to heal
Drunk on the emotions
Maybe the fumes got to our heads
I rocked the ocean;
I’ll lie down; I made the bed
At the rate we’re going
Pain is better than to have not cared
I’ll walk away, knowing
The scar might always be there
tears like a jeep on the road carrying 2-tonne loads i’m on the verge, so close to letting go, just explode red eyed, is it an infection? no, it’s plain exhaustion mixed with funky emotion anxiety and
dimples in my hand, the grip on my mother so strong but now my fingers have lengthened and i keep telling her, “so long!” fat on my arms is gone, but i still haven’t lost weight the time has slipped a
to you: i see your eyes, black and sparkling i think you’re nice you’re cute, with two dimples, laugh like a little girl, long neck but not a giraffe you’re smart, but you’re kinda weird, i guess diff