i can’t stand the sight of waterfalls, these days
and even that one photo of purple-blue galaxies feels overdone
and cliché, i’ve heard this song play just one
too many times in outlet malls and grocery stores
and now all the ukulele strumming makes me feel is tired
and i can’t stand it, everyone around me so giddy and excited
for what comes next, and all i can do is sit there in my room
wishing for that time machine to finally come through
i’m not good at change, i never have been
and in my head i’m thirty and i’m happy and it’s all
some rose-tinted vision, really just a cheap vintage filter
on my phone
it’s just another lie you told me
another promise that you will never keep
i don’t want to change the world anymore
i just want to go to sleep
i want to handle you with care
like you’re made of porcelain
i want to play the strings just right
’cause i don’t believe it anymore
when people say they’re sorry
or they just want to help me
‘cause i’ve heard that one before
heard it spoken ‘til the words were weary and worn in
sickly-sweet and rotten on my tongue
but god, i want to
i want to trust every person i meet
i want to hold your hand and sing for weeks
i want to make apple pies and stand outside in the sun
i want to trace back the fissure right down the break
i want to step back onto a stage, just like i used to
and sing through gritted teeth, a hopeful kind of ache
I am SO proud of this piece–I think I want to submit it somewhere 🙂
theweesmirk
“but god, i want to
i want to trust every person i meet
i want to hold your hand and sing for weeks
i want to make apple pies and stand outside in the sun
i want to trace back the fissure right down the break
i want to step back onto a stage, just like i used to
and sing through gritted teeth, a hopeful kind of ache”
This is gold!!
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