I Didn’t catch your new girl’s name

And you didn’t feel the need to bring her up much



She must not be enough 

Because You still need My Eyes on You, While I sit on my hands



It would be better to keep my Distance

But who can take their own Advise



She showed me where I stand with you

But you still need My Eyes on You



We were friends First

But I can’t forget our time spent alone



Sometimes to know exactly where you stand doesn’t bring Clarity

I can feel me losing my grip 

I want you

But is my intent to even keep you?

the air tastes fresh
like
ripe strawberries, and clean things, laundry detergent
fresh-squeezed lemonade, sun-warmed swings

soft, so still,
the world so sleepy

feeling like if you screamed, houses would
shatter

running down the driveway just to feel the wind in your hair,
your shadow sprinting after you, calling, panting, "wait up!"

and you have never

felt
more

*alive

he speaks like a poem,
asking me if the train is going forward
or if the tracks are going backward

and
i'd never tell him, but
i'd walk on backwards train tracks forever and a day

if he was holding my hand

you play me like
a 1963 Gibson f-hole guitar, mint condition:

you know exactly where to hold and press and play
moving your fingers with such talent it takes my breath away.

so tune me to your heart’s desire,
because I like it best when you’re pulling the strings