you force things and people to grow under military-like restraint:
the eyelashes you douse each night in oils (so that you may flutter them to any man unfortunate enough to get caught up with you) are soon the openings of aqueducts
you cry when you lose control
it is easy to let people slip, so suddenly, out of your life when things become hot: like oil
like oil, you are slippery and can't be held
like oil, you can't stand the heat too long - you spit and hiss, and we take a step back
like oil, you cling to things long after use, as if you can't let go
like oil, you always separate yourself from things and people, as if you can't stay
and yet I wish you would
nb - idk. i'm rambling a little (castor oil on ur eyelashes and brows really helps them grow)
