- Vol. 06
- Chapter 12
i want to find myself/stuck in the bones of your making/
how is it that this is the song we chose to sing?
from here, i only move backwards/daydreaming about the stuff
you're made out of/i can't fall in any further without losing completely/i can't dive without having my hands slice through the spaces i have never been welcomed into.
the air in there is leaving/slowly slipping through/i never quite learned when to cover my ears/remind me again how to count the scars/how to want to.
see, i have forgotten how to look with my eyes closed/how to touch without causing shatter/pull me back
in/drag me back out/i promise i won't lean over the railing/the waves don't whisper in the same way they used to, anyways.