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
repeat
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