I didn't mean to make you
the thing I was going to hold onto
while I allowed my own life to swallow me whole
My head is still catching up
to the rest of my body
Which is funny
because I often feel
like my physical form
has been placed on the shelf
with the intent to gather dust
I think I was looking for something
to make this part feel new
To shake away the familiarity
Because the house I'm in
is a time machine
And this room felt so big
when it held my mania
Could you touch me deep enough
that I become a stranger again?
Hold me with so much intention
that I don't have to think about my own past
I'm so bored with knowing
exactly who I'm becoming
Were you laying your heart out
on a digital landscape or
am I just looking for meaning in every single thing?
