Title Fight | Symmetry
You’re a match that can’t be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite.
come at me horrid eyes
that seep into my system,
push all intent on fire
the things we think we’re missing
'cause it’s all fine: a pillow and a blanket
take your precious time, staring at the ceiling.
even if i could i would never let you go,
so come with me i’ll buy you a raincoat
stay with me, i’m sick of this shameful
head of mine, i’m lost in its tangles
i need you on my garments.