You asked me, “what is” Under the charcoal grey clouds of a night so big You asked me, “What is” While panic cleared the shelves of every thought of my mind On the wrong side of the night with a sickly grey sky I wondered if you saw something different You still asked, “What is?” “What is what?” I replied, Grey in the mind; “...What is?” While the world fell apart around me You looked me in the eyes And spoke nonsense into my mind You said, “What is” And I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t have an answer for you then but I have one for you now and I hope you have the time to listen. It is the way I still buy flowers. I still buy the flowers even when the world is falling apart around me Shrinking at the seams I always buy the flowers I’m always by the flowers. It is the fact that taking pictures of ourselves Seems trivial But we still do it We always do it Its the way I still trace your hand It seems trivial But I still do it The world is falling apart around me And I still do it. -march I speak to you And leave you feeling like I’ve told you a story In a million languages you cannot comprehend, But yet you open your ears. Your heart beats until it pulls itself close to mine Once more- When the only thing separating them are The boundaries of our anatomy and The curse Known as realistic expectations We came from ashes And we will return there. -Six miles I’ve stopped apologizing For how I choose to love myself Dear me, Be a tornado in a cornfield -Letters to a lonelier girl I want to sing songs
About the world ending With you It makes me feel a little better About the world ending I don’t know if it’s the singing part Or the part where I’m with you
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