I have this tune in my head
That grinning melancholy
Dangling its feet from rooftops
When it can't even fly
What is love if not insanity
But it should have wings still
To be so far up
And carefree as a blue jay

Today I am not carefree.
Today I worry about everything
About
Touching too much
Not getting to feel your touch at all
Saying things I shouldn't say
Saying them too early
With an awkward smile
And all the wrong words
Too serious and too sarcastic at the same time
So you will probably think I'm mean
When really
I'm scared out of my mind

My chest is a gaping cavity
and I fear
nobody wants to see it
So I will hide it away
And cover up with some spiky armour, tailormade
I don't travel without it
And if I feel naked enough
you just might get to feel it
Bruising up your outstretched hand

So here we are
I guess.
Oh how I love being a woman.