Strumming

her guards always up
as a result
of constant chemical
exploration.
ill never question why
she blames the world
and its exploitation
of
Her.
shes the one
strumming
at my heartstrings,
the city at night serves as her chorus
when her song comes on and
she sings.
i have no choice but to fall in love
with falling in love
with these things.
she hates all my fake accents
says they make her feel
like talking to me's an accident,
wants me to be myself,
but never by myself.
shes the one
strumming
at my heartstrings;
the city at night serves as her chorus
when her song comes on and
she sings.
i have no choice but to fall in love
with falling in love
with these things.