We sat in a park and giggled at your insecurities
I felt her forearm warmly restraining, against my neck, when I savagely tried to attack the sky.
She ate all my cookies while I tried to find her a t-shirt to sleep in
She just stared at me as I wept.
You can’t have your soul back, I can’t find my own
Resting in the vacancy at the centre of my chest
She puts her lips to my fevers
I keep my cool