Men and cheese,
I tell ya.
I can walk away from anything else.
People aren’t meant to be loved in parts.
Cheese isn’t meant to be eaten in blocks.
Yet here we are.

I’m not as casual as you’ve seen me dress.
Moons are passing
I am aging
strings are what I’m seeking.
You were careless
Last severing your own too short
Failing and fraying
Growth never came from drowning,
Liquor lullabies.
Healing from hindering
Hiding.
I’ve never felt as alone
As asleep next to you.
Untouched
Unseen
Unknown.

When I said that I wanted to learn to dance
I didn’t mean around your emotions.
I’ve seen you shoot,
It’s always straight.
Maybe I’m the one
that needs to find the point to my arrow.

When I think about it,
it makes sense
how easily I fell into your ocean eyes.
I grew up in those waters
and you feel like home.
Familiar doesn’t mean good.
I walked away from that comfort
when it didn’t serve me,
and I’ll walk away from you too.
Sure as sugar.
It all ends in salt.