Rain against sand
Muffled and ignorant and indifferent
Close captioned and buttoned tight
Wanting him is just like that
Cabinet doors with a bolt and lock
Stoic
Shut out from that beauty you want to be a part of
Having him is an otherworldly experience
It's the sun you feel as you tan on your back, burning and fiery
Sometimes it's the windburn on your nose from a cold evening out
Finding thick socks and tucking that stray piece back in your bun
Cozy and spoilt
However having him isn't always a joy
It may be like the pain you feel from twisting your neck
That slit in your side filled with hatred thats been stitched over more times than you can count
The days you don't speak are the worst
Hiding it is impossible, because he will see it anyway
Those days are a nightmare with tainted glasses
Dark pieces of your imagination slipping out and spilling, eventually flooding the space you'd left blank
Telling him what he needs to know
The red colors you feel aren't real
That's just the velvet covering of an insane girl's mind
That breeze you'd felt when he first touched you
Yeah.
That's gone now, as well as the carvings he left all over your skin
The sunshine he'd poured into your house and the scent of lilacs he'd left in your car
Yeah.
That's gone now
Along with everything else
Don't forget to check that note under the back porch rug. He says its red velvet
