We don’t feel, we just do.
Feelings have never been accurate
Your lips will be our barometer.
I am covers blankets and pillows.
Cover yourself in my insecurity.
I am a ghost in your homeless heart
I will never come true.
I will wash sheets that are clean
Because I can never rinse all this sickness away
And I don’t know how to hold you close enough
But away enough to keep you safe from me.
