sometimes life can be
that what people (like) for it to be…
it's in times like this where I just wish
my hairbrush could disentangle knots in my stomach
as well as it does for my hair.
because knots are
while feelings squeeze my organs tighter.
and the clock is only waiting for my secrets
too bad that life isn't
and (pressure) knots can't fade as easily as the sun
instead it just explodes as vibrantly (lovely) as the stars.