The stillness
The parking lot
The chest in bundles
am i a bad person
Am i
AM i
AM I
left in heaps
peering out windows
approached by the one that always hides
how to shake this
how to fill into your love
how to forget my chapters
I want to be wood
I want to be shade
I want to be shelter
Instead I tell you everything you do is wrong.
It doesn't feel wrong
When the chest is bundled
the alarms are ringing
when I am no longer frontal lobe
It doesn't feel wrong
When I am trying to survive
When my feet point
slightly towards the exit on their own
But i do wish I could slip from under this
I do
Wish I could be
yours.