i'm loving, but who could love me?

"i'm glad we did."

"i'm glad we did."
seigfried -frank ocean
boredom -tyler, the creator
pink matter -frank ocean
Welcome to the movie.

LISTEN

i wanna show you a movie
running in the corridor
banging on the lockers
scraping the gum
underneath the tables
that 9 dollars an hour was enough
to make us
feel like
we could go anywhere
just a group of nameless people
we don't have a home
and a mortgage
taxes?
that we will never know
dad said get a loan

so i figured...
some memories are just too much to hold alone
but i have to remind myself that they're not all my own

they're not all my own

driving through a neighborhood that we don't know
i remember those words
because they hit me more than anyone will ever know

i'm sad
so sad
but i'm
im glad

do you mean it?

we did

sorry wait
that

wouldn't make any sense

because i
i understand
i understand this

so much so
i can't stand it

go ahead
you finish this
because i can't

heads empty
hands are tired
&
i just wanna sleep

but my mind
keeps
reminiscing

and i?

fall into the memory
and my innocence is sweet as cherry wine
ironic
right?

my heart

is not fragile

it is not something that can be named so easily

it is something that keeps me alive

that's about it

otherwise it has no use in my conversations of love

or my conversations of you

god why does everyone think hearts have anything to do with love

but

in a way

i don't know why my heart

races in my chest
or why it stops completely
when i am in love

love has nothing to do with an organ

but i know my argument will fall apart when

i do
fall in love

nothing can explain the warm feeling in my chest

not even i

see?
i get lost sometimes
in my own memory
so full of what
he gave me
and took so
effortlessly

that innocence
to feel as if no one in the world can break you
no one but you
and then you meet someone
and everything changes
into something
you never knew