i've been doing a lot of leaving lately and it's getting exhausting.
i keep getting all tangled up and just when i think all the knots are out,
i find new things to wind me up.
i keep trying to unravel myself,
but lately vulnerability sounds less like something i want
and more like a punishment for who i used to be.
all i know is i want some stability.
i feel like i've been walking a balance beam from april until now,
and i just need to sit down.
i've always liked vertigo,
but lately every breath overwhelms me.
i just want something solid.
i wanna be your blanket
or your mattress,
anything but the rug you leave your boots on when you come in the door,
and i can handle being my own mobile home,
but i'd rather be someone's bedroom.