giggles and smiles and utter nonsense
forgetting to remember what pain feels like
the touch of your hand on the small of my back
the touch of your lips alongside my neck
(eeeaaaa) (yeaaa) (whoa) (umm)

i’m getting it. real slow ohh so slow but slow is the move.
for each and every loss there is an equal and opposite gain.

i cannot purify simply by dredging out the filth,
i must also shine love like light like the rays of the sun
like I don’t even care how fruity I will become
writing bad poems about things that make me feel good