Songs are contracts you make
Every song you sing is a contract added to the pile of chain that ground you
In what? You say
Hunny
you are the judge of that

Keep quiet
My mind screams the command

I don’t want to keep quiet
I want to be able to live honestly

I want to hold her hand

Without being ashamed
Without being scared of what They might say
Without being scared of my friends finding this poem

Without being scared to love

Growing a crush
Involves squishing, crunching
The heart
To hold back giant feelings

Falling in love
Is crashing face first into the pavement
Off the cliff of a mountain
Hoping someone catches the fall