I have been wondering,
are you losing interest in me?
Does the light lose interest in the day?
And if I say
things like that out loud, people go wtf?
What wacky shit did she just say?
There isn't a flower in the garden
that blooms all the time.
And if I write
shit like that, people go wtf?
Wtf is wrong with Shay?
A girl can line up her jewels in a box
or her trash at the curb.
And if I think
shit like that, then I take out my raven-covered book
and lay word upon word upon word.
Still, what I really want to know
is, are you losing interest in me?
Will the moon drop from the sky,
without a word to the stars?
If it's true--
If you are--
don't you know that I will wrap myself around myself
and say wtf, oh jesus, wtf,
oh, oh, oh my heart.