to be alone with you
Because I wouldn't be me if I didn't cry when the mother smiles down at her newborn child, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't yell at the characters on tv for doing everything wrong.
And I would be someone else if I punched my fist through the wall in anger instead of writing furiously on receipts and in blackboards with permanent markers.
And because I would be you if I patted people awkwardly on the back as cheap comfort, and I cut the crusts of the pizza slices.
Yet right at this moment, as we paraglide swiftly over our million hometowns, I want to be no one but myself: a pumping heart flying above reason while tear tracks cool her cheeks and her mouth is dry because of smiling too hard and eating stale air a thousand feet high.
And I would be someone else if I punched my fist through the wall in anger instead of writing furiously on receipts and in blackboards with permanent markers.
And because I would be you if I patted people awkwardly on the back as cheap comfort, and I cut the crusts of the pizza slices.
Yet right at this moment, as we paraglide swiftly over our million hometowns, I want to be no one but myself: a pumping heart flying above reason while tear tracks cool her cheeks and her mouth is dry because of smiling too hard and eating stale air a thousand feet high.