i felt for all that we were
to wallow in peace of ourselves
i fall to pieces to understand
in depth i make myself
crawl into intuition
bend over mountains in distance
to create a moment i expected
yet we dance in our truth
and expectations are hard to follow
because expecting leads to disappointment
everything either becomes or is pointless
i spit tongues like guns in your back pocket
drumming to a beat like the bed i sleep in next to you
under waves of fans spinning without rhythm
as hands and motions separate ourselves
and i love without touching
yet i use love like lemons
lying to a tune i know all too well
moments don’t make men
men make moments with or without
i kiss and i tell and i fall to sellout
our moments in depth
words i reminsce
to create a moment greater than it was in truth
two in a bed without touching
rotating in sheets to make
eves in cold shadows
we bold letters as if we’re heaven
i look at you like we’re seven
but we grow every day
some more than others
and we stray from paths were given
sometimes you find yourself
sooner than others
fan in our bedroom