but the world doesn't like to see broken veins, I guess, or broken hearts so clearly portrayed,
but this is simply what you've done to me.
You've laid me out on a table,
you've stripped me down, you've said, "Now what makes a growing girl tick,"
and I rolled my eyes back into my head - I'm trying to make sense, I'm trying to make sense-
the world is so small when I run into you again in another life, after I've moved on,
but your eyes and fingers almost pull me back to right now,
drowning.

on that dark snowy street
tongue tied
with yours
you had
my heart beating
too fast to tell me
how to feel
anything but
my frozen feet
your soft fingertips
and that big bowl
of salad
i let you buy me