Gravity (day 137)

I couldn’t care less about where I’m supposed to be,

here is better than anything I could sing into existence

And looking down from thirty thousand feet

I haven’t spent enough time on you


Crooked song, made-up stories

Give the world your tears like a sinking storm

to melt the ice you carry

It can’t be pouring and freezing at once,

so summon the thunder to sigh it all out like fireworks

Give the world your crooked song

and everyone will skip a beat.


I couldn’t care less about gravity,

she says,

because I don’t have to follow the rules

when you can bend my soul like that.

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Written 12/14/16


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