In your car at midnight
I swear to the god I don't believe in
I saw the world turn in your eyes.
What do you want?
The tilt of your chin
At the mention of Karl Marx.
Even in fluorescent lighting
Tu es un boule de feu.
What do you want?
The sound of your laugh across the line
Even on the longest shift of my life-
Tu me rends heureux.
What do you want?
You were so right.
Between Freud's dreams
And Sylvia Plath's misery-
The good must always come
Weighed down.
While you were washed over
With mercy's tropical sun
Cutting all those strings
I was realizing
What I want.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
In your car at midnight
I swear to the god I don't believe in
I saw the world turn in your eyes.
What do you want?
The tilt of your chin
At the mention of Karl Marx.
Even in fluorescent lighting
Tu es un boule de feu.
What do you want?
The sound of your laugh across the line
Even on the longest shift of my life-
Tu me rends heureux.
What do you want?
You were so right.
Between Freud's dreams
And Sylvia Plath's misery-
The good must always come
Weighed down.
While you were washed over
With mercy's tropical sun
Cutting all those strings
I was realizing
What I want.
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