quietly slipping between shop aisles breathing
in and out, too too much. i have a whole lotta stuff to keep
to myself. (and do i know it well.)
well you don't know anyway no i wouldn't say
what kept me silent seeing being coy and charming
in that little high school sweetie kinda way.
i can be whatever you want me to be uh huh but just so
i know give me a minute to beat this in the bathroom baby
breathing slowly waiting for the waves to swallow me i swallow back
the nerves, when they reform and attack.
i fight a good fight. darling i do so fight back.
but i get go got back to black like amy
whining on the internet and letting dizzy cast spells on my poor tortured head.
(little whispers, ceiling fans,
i sleep in coffins just in case, mum and dad
sitting wringing in and out their hands.)
hovering, hovering, at the head of my bed -
'she's not the same,' they said, they said.
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