I feel different.
Different how my mother said I would feel
Different than my friends howled
Different than my own imagination
Could I let this new experience into my chest with open arms?
Maybe another day
When my hair needs another trim
Another day when I'm alone and I could think
Another day converted by a smile drizzled in syrup.
I need to find some new scenery
Find grass that'll hold me for hours
I need to find love in the sun shinning on my skin I was taught to hate
I need to love, god dammit.
