with tears.
when i look in your eyes
it’s through the tears in mine
and when i hold you so close
it’s because i’m afraid to let go
and if i hold on to every breath
maybe i won’t die of oxygen deprevation
because the oxygen will stay.
don’t go away.
i like thinking about holding your hand
on my long drives home
i like checking my phone to see
you’re thinking the same as me.
and i like the way it feels to be wrapped up
in your arms so tight, you are a security blanket
i’m so isolated and insecure.
i want to dream about us
instead of forgetting about him
but that’s a long process
and could truly be some time away
but i like you more than i like spinach (cold with french dressing)
i like you like almonds in salad.
and i want to eat you all up.
but still there’s that repressed anger
i’m so fond of it it’s almost becoming me
and i don’t want to let go of it
only to have you let go of me
i can’t remind stagnant.
but please, let me.
when i look in your eyes,
i see a blurry, watery reflection ? of me.