I’m looking for her;
The one with the raindrop smile
& castaway thoughts,
who speaks dandelion words
through a tomorrowland voice.
though, emotionally disconnected.
Nearby in her world;
the one humans haven’t broken yet.
I can see her;
that girl who’s eyes are shut and wide open.
but she’s hiding.
Some say she’s “finding herself”;
I say she’s finding everyone else…
The key to happiness isnt a key
I live the kind of life that makes relaxation feel like a radical act.
You assured me of your solid understanding
…but gender and sexuality are fluid.
When you speak to yourself, do you ever get anxious that
you’re going to say the wrong thing?
If even you aren’t sure what you think of you,
why does it matter what they do?
The map she once used for her heart,
she now uses as a blanket.