it’s the mattresses on the floor, the chairs, the beds, the couches, the nights it was so freezing my teeth chattered through the night and it didn’t even matter. it’s heart over logic, it’s a natural migration. it’s how i dance across the grass and you hide underground, it’s that you think life is a painful journey and i think it’s a beautiful painting. it’s your empty promises and my hopeful words, it’s me jumping on the bed and you sleeping for 15 hours straight. it’s my hair getting longer and your fingers making me feel the change, it’s yours always looking the same. it’s me wanting to fly a kite and you wanting to take a nap, it’s me wanting to sit in the window and it’s you thinking the world’s not dark enough. it’s me liking bright lips and dark eyes, it’s you silently watching all the dark run down smooth flesh. it’s me loving to breathe and you loving to suffocate. it’s where you belong and i don’t.
