no, i can‘t. it’s not that i won’t, i literally fucking can’t. tell me i can fly, but does it look like i have wings, bitch? tell me i can make shit move with my mind, tell me this sappy stuff again, tell it to me one more time because i love your voice.
i love how you dont give up on me
and how you tell me to try
even when it feels like there’s nothing i can do
it gives me courage to think that maybe
i can do it with you.
i see myself when i look into your eyes
im losing myself
but you’re what’s keeping me together
you’re holding me
and it’s like glitter glue
because when we connect
its so beautiful that i dont want to let go.
my eyes open
i stare in,
but i don’t recognise him.
he’s not the man he used to be.
i reach out to him, and he does to me. we can’t make contact.
we never could.
i look through his eyes,
but i don’t see myself.
mirrors are so odd to me.
i never needed it, i didn’t need the help. i’m a great swimmer.
i’m in the deep end
i remove my salvation of floatation.
it burns, it’s in my lungs
it’s in my eyes
it’s in my nose
then there is nothing.