#1272018

the texture under my fingertips

Of the sweet green paper

there's raw power

and value under my palm

Anxious currents

shock my brain

I like to feel

the texture under my fingertips

Of the sweet green paper

so don't take it away from me

don't take everything away that's sweet

I like to feel

animals being run out of their homes

I like to see

people and people praise it

the green, the price, greedy

under my fingers

don't take it away from me

I don’t know a soul here

Except yours

You go dance and I’m left alone

Which is fine

People think love is doing everything together

But it’s really supporting each other

You doing what you love

Me being here to be an anchor

A little bored maybe but not too lonely

Because I know you’re coming back

You always do

Physically and emotionally

And in the meantime I can handle this

Having to smile and nod politely

In a conversation I can’t wait to finish

Pretending not to notice his advances

And hoping he leaves soon

The rush of relief when you get back

Reminds me why I keep fighting

Impatiently waiting for something

That isn’t even guaranteed

But hope keeps me here

Because you’re my anchor too

And there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now