I shrink in the shadows of the skyline, the subways make me sleepy and each late night walk makes me miss you more. I never stopped, I can't. My shell may have hardened but I am a shrimp inside, selfishly (shellfishly, haha) in love with you.
Cities can make you mean, make you do things you'd never do. Survival mode overcomes the simplest of souls. Take me back to the woods, I am withering up inside without the lakes, the fields, the parks of my home. What I wouldn't do to be smoking in the tree farm.
Remember when we used to wake up early to look for frogs?
I'll never forget the awe I felt from seeing that uprooted tree on the path.
That is all so much more beautiful, amazing, intriguing to me than metallic monsters towering above, strict, stern, hard and plain. There may be many lives inside those buildings but there is no life.
I yearn for Turkey Swamp, my shoes getting dirty, tall grass itching at my thighs, a joint in your hand, and a dog barking nearby. I can't wait for summer so I can sit on the dock with my toes in the lake just like the first time you asked me to be yours. I wouldn't change anything about our lives together. To me, every step has been worth it.
I can never stop myself from crying here and I always want to on the phone with my father, on the floor of my bedroom while videos of you play on the laptop, alone on the train. Alone everywhere. I am always alone. I don't even feel like I have myself anymore. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be happy.
Cities can make you mean, make you do things you'd never do. Survival mode overcomes the simplest of souls. Take me back to the woods, I am withering up inside without the lakes, the fields, the parks of my home. What I wouldn't do to be smoking in the tree farm.
Remember when we used to wake up early to look for frogs?
I'll never forget the awe I felt from seeing that uprooted tree on the path.
That is all so much more beautiful, amazing, intriguing to me than metallic monsters towering above, strict, stern, hard and plain. There may be many lives inside those buildings but there is no life.
I yearn for Turkey Swamp, my shoes getting dirty, tall grass itching at my thighs, a joint in your hand, and a dog barking nearby. I can't wait for summer so I can sit on the dock with my toes in the lake just like the first time you asked me to be yours. I wouldn't change anything about our lives together. To me, every step has been worth it.
I can never stop myself from crying here and I always want to on the phone with my father, on the floor of my bedroom while videos of you play on the laptop, alone on the train. Alone everywhere. I am always alone. I don't even feel like I have myself anymore. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be happy.
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