I’m sorry I’m only a poet, and not a song, 

just a woman with all kinds of excuses. 

Second love, 
I want to forget all the ways I was shuttered. 
In dreams I try to forgive. It’s just like falling. 

I left the mold clinging to the wall, molted with the best of them.   
I’ll never come home again, never hold your hand. I seek out cities to engulf me. 
Austin’s heat. Seattle’s skyline. 

Couldn’t love in a line after you threw me. Couldn’t see straight. 
Wanted the moon to myself. 

Where are the oracles at times like these 
where is my mother? 

I have no answers, I’m just a girl. Wanna dream it away in the span of an 

afternoon nap. 

Wish I could turn it inside out 

for you to see. Wish it was a coat full of watches. Or underneath,
maybe nothing,  imagine: me a deviant. Haha. Finally something to
share. 

You, who never understood pain could live like water. 

It collects in my head. You know how I am. I even drown wrong. 

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