Dry.
Evaporated from murky green water.

I hate it.
I hate you.
How can one person be strong enough to break an iron dam.

Tapes.
I made her seventeen tapes
I made you one too.

Maybe that’s me giving in.
Seventeen tapes for loving her,
One tape for wanting you.

Maybe it’s comfort, seeing my heart in your smile.
Maybe you woke me up.
I’ll preface everything with maybe.

And my god, how your hair turns to oceans
Sobering.
You’re the strongest high I’ve felt in years.