these are getting old
I'm trying to sound like someone else when I'm writing these
not like when we made forts out of each others arm
and slept safely
no one sleeps cuddling; it's hot, it hurts, it's uncomfortable
but we did.
took anything to fix the pieces inside
broken hearts and homes and river of hormones
and my eyes the desert were the crows find their homes
dry eyes of days like today
when everyone wants a slither
and I'm tired - don't want to pretend
