open me up.
and keep me wanting nothing else
but your heartwarming rejection.
miscommunication is key today
just as it was yesterday.
and a couple of years ago too.
spinning circles can't even do it justice anymore.
just like that rubber band ball on your dresser.
i am a layer on top of a layer
of putting things to the side
or off to another day.
but i'm all bundled up now.
growing into something larger than you ever thought would come
of a simple
ball of elastic.
so dedicated now.
unable to throw even the smallest possibilities away.
i am now a glorified paperweight.
a decorative glorified paperweight.
held in the corner of your room until one day…
one day.
you just might need
a lot of fucking rubber bands.
a lot of fucking rubber bands.
