Not in sand hills or winding mountains
Sharp turns like a voice that’s more like a knife
Winding I lose traction on the ice and I fear
Damage

Tried to grow a new version of you
Forgot where I planted – forgot to water
Maybe that’s why they show up
Lacking

Always brunette it’s noticeable
Aversion to reflections
Find them less magnetic if they look
Like me

Half-loved and quarter-trusted
Please don’t blossom without me
Don’t wither – I wonder if Freud
Had a garden

My fair skinned flowers how they wrap
Entangle without strangling
She teaches me to breathe
I should love her more

Still searching but this drive makes me sick
Always kneeled behind a tree
Weakness showing empty stomach
You’re not there

My nostalgia tastes like vanilla coke
Straight to voicemail inbox full
I want to be full like that
Bloated narcissism

Set up to fail these frail nymphs
Test them and reject them
The story needs to keep
Repeating

I want to be proven wrong
Cycle repeating like the CD stuck
Roads still icy and you
Still damaged