Blissful vengeance, rude awakenings, and self love

You make me want to dance
With no pants
And a peanut butter jelly sandwich.

If the evening brings storms
And splits my heart,
I’ll sit on the ledge with you,
With split pea soup.
I’ll hold the moment in the back of my head,
I’ll let the wind sweep through
My fears
And I’ll look into the mirror
Of your eyes.

And I’ll whisper your name.

Cause in your absence
I’m untamed rain
And one day I’ll turn red,
And I’ll disgust you so.
But I can’t keep up with
The pace of this world.

So I’ll fancy
A new world
And I’ll re
Remember

You.

How you made me want to dance
With no pants
And a peanut butter jelly sandwich
Even on the brink of tears.

I’ll remember
Your soft synth fears
Folding me into an origami raven.
But I could never fly,
I could only float,
Tucked behind your heart
In a crevice
Locked

And forgotten.

I know years from now
You’ll hear my yells.

 

I’ll reverberate in your hollowness.

 

 

 

And make you want to dance.

Graham