Hold Me

Hold me a bit tighter

I’m sick of the monotonous movements of my chest

Up and down and up again

My lungs are black from the lies that I inhale

I exhale fragments of my soul and

You breathe that shit like nicotine

Cover my ears, love of my life

I don’t want to hear the song you’ve been singing

You’re out of tune

Not even the good kind

Like the withering, bald man that sits by me

In my grandparent’s country church.

I’m young and you’re stupid

So we blame it on the rain

It has us feeling romantic as you spin me

My dark curls caught on your lips where mine linger for just a bit longer than they should

You used to complain about my hair

Now you can’t seem to keep your hands out of it

I forgive you with my words

But my soul holds tightly to all of the

Things you've done to me

But also to all the memories

I keep them locked up and I dust them off when I’m lonely

They make me feel beautiful

It happens more often when I’m with you