Hella normal girl
They say I got maps
running under my skin
That's why my pulse
sounds the same
as my footsteps
That's why when
you press your ear to my chest
you'll hear the rustle
of every tree I've ever climbed
He said,
“Let me see
Let me see the marks
where you etched
love notes to yourself
to your lovers
to me
Let me feel the way
you hold yourself
when you know
you're doing okay”
I'm trying to find magic
in the breath of
my words
I'm trying to find
the breadcrumb trails
I left for myself
I'm trying to find myself home
They wanna be here for
my breakdown
They wanna see if
the stories are true
They wanna watch me
unstitch myself,
find my own way,
and sew me back up
so they can say
they did it too
