for the first time ever on television.
im a little egg again.
a tiny embryo that no one else can see.
i won't ever know how to be two again.
i guess forever
it's just little ol' me.
all this time spent wishful thinking.
now it's spring and i can finally see.
i promised not to let the lull of hibernation
over-comfort me.
oh god, i say,
please let this tiny bluebird
beneath my lungs
be free.
consider this a meditation on every spring and every relationship i become too comfortable in. consider this an attempt to reconcile the fact that i really am in love but i don't want to be here, feel weighted, cant seem to get my dinosaur ass out of this stinking tar pit. cant really believe in myself worth a shit. never could cuz mama never did. sometimes even clouds feel so heavy around me. and he says maybe its over, and i say nothing, because i love him, but maybe this is the only way i can leave. i think maybe it has to be.
a tiny embryo that no one else can see.
i won't ever know how to be two again.
i guess forever
it's just little ol' me.
all this time spent wishful thinking.
now it's spring and i can finally see.
i promised not to let the lull of hibernation
over-comfort me.
oh god, i say,
please let this tiny bluebird
beneath my lungs
be free.
consider this a meditation on every spring and every relationship i become too comfortable in. consider this an attempt to reconcile the fact that i really am in love but i don't want to be here, feel weighted, cant seem to get my dinosaur ass out of this stinking tar pit. cant really believe in myself worth a shit. never could cuz mama never did. sometimes even clouds feel so heavy around me. and he says maybe its over, and i say nothing, because i love him, but maybe this is the only way i can leave. i think maybe it has to be.