for the record

i am the kind of sentimental fuck

who would set the goal

of having her first records

be her, as vinyls spinning

yet i can’t comprehend

the kind of love worth comprehending

i’ll let three

out of four records

be about love

and curl up like a glove

i’ll forget most days

the things you see in me

because i am as hypocritical

as i am bad at receiving love

i’ll search


and scribble love

the only mess that i know how

and you’ll sit

and wait

and send new records

until even the sitting

will remind me

that all this is allowed

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