You're in my house.
You're in my clothes.
No one knows.
You're in my head like a dumb song.
It just goes.
You're on my face,
you're on my lips.
And it shows.
I should be happy and I am.
I want you close to me.
You're like a simile, like, totally.
You're like a metaphor for something else.
You're like the ocean floor,
vast and cool.
You're like a swimming pool.
But not as blue,
and I fell in.
So take my hand,
swim around.
Kiss me hard,
until I drown.
I wanna be your shirt.
I can hug you while you work.
I wanna be your wife.
You can beat me every night.
Our new life.
A book to write.
Every page is blank.
I am sick.
Sick of this.
Every page is blank.
I wanna be your shrink.
I'll get paid to watch you think.
