My brain has a funny way of expressing love for someone or something
My brain denies it for months, finds a way to sabotage it,
My brain then flips around and craves the chase,
My brain fixates on it entirely without any sort of sign of slowing down or stepping back
My brain seals cracks in its synapses with compliments from men in ripped tshirts
Who think that the body my brain is inside of is “just too fucking sexy to be sad”
My brain takes it, my brain takes it
and molds itself around their steel wool hands,
And molds my hands around steering wheels that mold themselves into 180 degree turns
That turn cars into tree bark, on fire, lighting up pieces of my clothes throughout the air
Of the town that I grew up in, and empty in, burning out carrying the reasons
Why I tried to silence the constant screeching in my chest with a guard rail,
Going 90 miles per hour instead of just talking to someone,
But they burned up and fell in love with the sounds of the forest
Before anyone else but me was able to hear them