i wear time like a shirt
it’s covered in dirt
wrinkled and creased
catching things in between
straighten my thoughts:
‘what are the odds,
the sheer chance i caught her
lost in the folds of my collar?’
what a shame i can’t alter
reality for us to meet earlier
i’ll just sew a new pocket in time
where i’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
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
i can feel the dyspnea brain’s got too many ideas weight of who i wanna be sitting on my chest, 55kg tightness in my chest diaphragm compressed i’ve been taking on too much breathing’s getting rough i
on stage, hands slick with sweat holding the guitar, teeth chattering eyes scan for you, no time to regret my decision to tell you of your mattering to me, in front of all our friends the announcement