i want to meet an indie boy at a circa survive show with glasses and lips that sing the words to himself
i want arms around me that sway to the good songs
arms that dont push away.
i want to fall so much in love that the hurt means almost nothing
dont even notice
that with every step i am dying for stability
im starving of lonliness
and with every word circling in my head ive been trying so hard not to bring them back around, not to tell you but its hard
its hard its hard its hard
all i do, alll i do is repeat myself.
circles never go anywhere.

i want it to turn onto a line, a line with an arrow. i want it to be fat and straight. straight and thick. thick and bold. bold and sure.
sure and aware.