i want to snap the gold and silver rings that desperate me from you
like a bathroom stall that will never be vacant again
you're gone
reinforced number, primary outsider
i wished for the unachievable and it turned out to be true
stereotypy and sitting pretty
please fall in love with the fantasy of me
i could've done whatever, been whatever
the lines in my hand are fading slow
cut them open and see what's inside
oh, how the wasted years pull on me like an outgrown shirt
i can't see any other way to pass them without you running through me, an electric pull to the long walks to class, tilted heads through doors
look at me and hear me
paper cuts, physical education and rejection
was it all to be left behind?
oh, to have known how it would all crease out like crumpled paper and smudged words by shaking hands
phone calls on grey white buttons in a grey white building, the hope of connection that could never be there
opportunities for you to admit and confess it all
wait like me
and never say goodbye
i wanted to work more on this but what can i say, it’s hard to write about people who no longer have a place in your head
