I’m in love with music because of how it makes my body feel
The impulse to twitch a part of me
to let out something i’ve been holding
Twist the floor beneath with my feet
slipping off that care even with others
Pull my head back and forward
Knee hopping in rhythm
Hands feeling up the space
Your voice does the same to me

if i can’t ever own my own story
how can i ever tell it

starving for attention
yet gluttony feeds me further

The flaws of mine are all I look to
their the most obvious
the only thing I really see
Somehow you scavenge any beauty in it.

in a million faces i still find yours,
no matter the distance

I intended to clean you from it,
instead i washed you away

Whenever i have the opportunity to explore another,
that voice man,
creeps humming behind my ears,
then asking “are you worth their time”
then suddenly im standing,
not engaging
the want ran away from me