I  wasn't here to dress in grey, only.
I never asked you to switch spots with me,
so my eyes wouldn't water in the sun
you live roughly three Beach House songs away but for all I know we were born to different spectrums
my waves lie beneath everything and I want nothing more than to hum to visible colour

but the words I chose to speak
were always duller, and clumsy
always falling idly
I wasn't electric
the nights I'd leave work
wondering, completely in
awe at your arrival
I wasn't electric
the dawns I'd awake
with every mistake cutting
into me, and every distraction
too weak to make me stronger
I wasn't

when the frost bit my skin I couldn't
feel my fingers I wrote poetry
and wished that you would see it I was delirious and I fell
head over heels for every gem I saw encased in glass
trust me, I know how to love impossible and hopeless
I can love older and untouchable
I understand out of reach and distant
but I'll go anywhere after summer
thaws my hands
so please
know
new continents are
calling me, away from the prairie

and at least a plane could lift me up