I was going to write a late Sunday essay about relationships, but this happened with auto-tune because I can’t sing.
Notes under pillows
Flowers on my sideboards
Tears made of rainbows
Whispering trust
I fall in line
Years in the same bed
Cats under our heads
Making up your own words
“Johnnie, no one is like you,
or can do what you do”
There’s a mark where
You covered my name
A mark that your desperate love
Is still the same
That marks my name
And I freeze when I think about the way
You leave
Stroking my hair
Hanging with my kids
Singing Frank Ocean on Mulholland
Promising me
Forever
And we burn our most confidante bridges
And we tear people down when we bleed
You swore you’d never be over me
Lifetimes of coming back to you
Lifetimes of Coming Back To You