We’re like two magnets
that are both at south with each other.
And I try to fix it
by pouring gasoline on fire
and it’s like
I don’t know how to do anything else.
But this boy, he calms his flame for me,
and hushes my waves for me
and makes me still but also makes me roar
and I have absolutely no idea
how I could ever be good enough for him.
Someone tell me how to be good enough for him.
Someone tell me how to treat him right,
and love him right,
maybe tell a good joke or two
so I can hear his laugh,
that I love.
Teach me how to hold his hand,
but let him lead,
or look him in the eye,
but let his gaze carry me.
Show me how to love this boy.
This fragile yet indestructible creature.
I need to know.