on the beach, with half of my honesty
what I left at home, a little lie
I don’t know anything about this
only just met you and I have some questions
reality and an increase in stingrays
that we ignore stepping out into the waves
with all my awkward pride I watch you swimming
disappear and return, shivering
staring off and covered with sand I’ll explain my
obsession with Wonderland by Murakami
until we search for someplace quiet with a good bar
closer ones are crowded, but we don’t go too far
If I’m a glass of milk then you’d be beer
unlikely pair of beverages, sitting here
your inhibitions are quieted by drinking
leaving you breathing on a cigarette
your hair is still great, all crowded above you
I think about how I might never love you
Now I’m praying like you, sorry, sorry
I am opaque and mellow, sour with worry
like you said, we are too aware and insecure
unfinished sentence drags into the future
you may kiss me someday, I’ll be the same
expect nothing while I analyze this game
it’s always been scary, I’m underwhelming
no one stares at me, that’s why I’m asking
