make sense
- Apr 8
- 1 min read
sometimes i’m not there
i am here, but i’m not there
do you ever feel this skeletal?
cling wrap limbs of jelly at most
cause i gaze blankly every time the people zig zag
and i can just see you through the peekaboo gaps that allow
what if i just melt right here
lay down and listen to the lines and specks of light waltzing
perhaps i’ll learn to dance
the questions that make the walls of my lungs shift
spin the heart on my sleeve
because i want every tongue twisting click
every romantic suggestion that my time here was no mistake
to speak to you between when i am there
and when i really wish i wasn’t here
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