I need to move but I cant
Narrate my scenes before
Getting to the stand
knots in my hair and
nails split, I can’t do it
I can’t do a thing
you say you love me but
you can’t mean it
too torn up to elevate a lie
try to warm you
there is no fire
hey, how’re you doing?
did you have fun?
jokes on you,
looks like its done
please don’t leave me
but i know you could leave me now
air out the bedsheets
knock me down
when i get lower, I’ll have to
touch the ground
tried to tell you
to try and believe in me
you tell your friends you need me
now I’m too tired
to defend me
broken up about a man
who wouldn’t protect me
I need to move but I cant
narrate my scenes in
retrospect
did you have fun?
The art of spilling over 