our bodies touch, but what did it mean?
is selfishness all that you’re seeking?
are my highs and lows getting you off?
do you see my attachment rubbing off?
if i cry any more tears,
i’ll be a river, a stream,
a valley beneath your holy mountainside.
our lives touch but what did it mean?
nothing to me when before i was less naive.
i’m watching others finding new lovers
turn them inside out
but they stay.
i’m contemplating whether it’s a me thing
or if i can’t find what i’m searching for.
our bodies touch, but was it more than
what we had on our lips?
i’m lacking inhibitions, so grossly optimistic
and i end up collapsed on the floor.
the floor of your heart,
is there any room left,
were there ever any guests?
i’m not even angry at you,
only mad at myself for believing
there was any room left
for you, your ego and i.