Don't look at me, please.
the pain you carry from before you knew where pain comes from before you even remembered
Panic is passed down over tables piled with fish. They never knew how to be another way.
in the drought she waters
in the cold she warms
she is soft like spring sun
she is life, tucked away compact
the will to walk away because every time is practice leaving behind what no longer serves me
I counted the bricks of the stone building's facade waiting for you to love me
Silence so pure and broken with the soft ring of harbor bells wind whistling through pines hum of the breathless sea
if you're going to love me you need to understand that I love me, and I love me too much to watch myself suffer.
when you hurt I will carry your pain if it's too heavy for you alone.