Hold on
You don't understand yet
Seems like it went
Just like you planned it

Now you're deeper underneath
I can hear it when you breathe
I can hear you ask yourself
What's wrong with that girl?

But she don't owe you a thing, nah
She's not on your string, yeah
She don't want you

You just don't get it
You don't own her
Can't wait for you to forget
The number to phone her

And we say what we want
And we get what we get
Of our own device
You ain't no prize
Don't give me those eyes

How many times can I let go?
I'm gonna feel it in my bones
How can you say that that one kiss
Means I owe you more than this?

How many times?
How many times?

You just don't get it
You don't own her
Can't wait for you to forget
The number to phone her.

And we say what we want
And we get what we get
Of our own device
You ain't no prize
Don't give me those eyes.

Once upon a time
You told me that
I have oceans in my eyes
That you wanted to drown in them
Weren't telling lies
Daisy without a stem
Dreaming of oceans
To tell the truth
Lying in the sand
I'm too attached to you
Petals in the wind
Salty breeze
Heartstrings have sinned
Didn't even say please
Soft lips
Touching my skin
Best choice of my life
Letting  you in
Modies moving
Dancing shadows
Hold me close
Don't let go

the grass is greener where it is watered, so watch where you sow your seeds
to do so in just any garden, could get them choked out at sprout with ease

I am afraid right now.
I have gotten attached.
I have latched onto him,
And I don't know if he has latched onto me.
Scientifically,
When people do these things,
The women are known to develop romantic connections faster.
Which means he might not feel anything for me,
Than my physicality.
I am afraid he will leave me right after this,
Even though he witnessed a breakdown,
Where I went back in time,
Because someone left me.
Will he hold onto me
Like I hold onto him?
I guess we will see,
But hopefully.
I want to belong to him,
Even if I can't come to love myself.

It’s you and this time
That I revisit the most
Captured past in glass

I had to put boundaries
when it came to you
to avoid being myself completely,
because for you I was
too deep
too emotional
too attached.

I was either “too much”
or “too less” in your eyes.

It felt like I was confining
my ocean in your river.

This thing I must do
It is something new
I’m not pleased with it
Honestly, it makes me spit
But I must do what’s best
I must take this test
To be away from what I want most
To be torn from my dose
Of your attention and care
Oh, how is this fair?
My brain must come first
Such is this curse
The fight to think clearly
I want it so dearly
You’ve fogged my sight
Caused such delight
I’ve grown too attached
I must get unlatched
I will miss you so
But I must grow
Stronger for us
No need to fuss
It is only for a short while