somehow this has all gotten lost in translation
people come and people go,
just like the dew on the morning grass.
yet we find ourselves
still trying to get used to it.
the impermanence of it,
arms lay stretched on your sofa,
records scratching against the needle,
none of us ever feel at home.
it is as if we have turned the act of care
as an excuse.
We are just two sad girls *******
to feel like we aren’t lonely.
this is not right and we know it.
but it feels like it
when i am pressed up against you.
i am lonely
and you know.
i have dreams of falling in love
in fountain square,
and when i wake up to you facing away from me
i feel a sense of disappointment
because i know
if i had tried harder
it could’ve been different.