i get lost in those words
they bind me up and make me want to whisper soft soft things
things about help me and i think youre a god
tighter than the thickest leather
polished to a gleaming shine like silk
send me around with run on sentences with extra syllables
and i run on into myself forever
and maybe thats not enough
and i want to show someone but everyone who would appreciate has seen it
and everyone else would look at me
in THAT WAY
stop it
you know i hate it
and when you act like that
with the act of faux strangers
and you think its a joke
but its not
and its always something more than i can see
and sometimes i see more than i should and
sometimes i dont see anything at all
and someone thinks i have
